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81. Low Pressure — Sandra Brown
Bellamy Lyston was only twelve years old when her older sister, Susan, was killed on a stormy Memorial Day. Bellamy’s fear of storms is a legacy of the tornado that destroyed the crime scene along with her memory of what really happened during the day’s most devastating moments.
Now, eighteen years later, Bellamy has written a sensational, bestselling novel based on Susan’s murder. Because the book was inspired by the tragic event that still pains her family, she published it under a pseudonym to protect them from unwanted publicity. But when an opportunistic reporter discovers that the book is based on fact, Bellamy’s identity is exposed along with the family scandal.
Moreover, Bellamy becomes the target of an unnamed assailant who either wants the truth about Susan’s murder to remain unknown or, even more threatening, is determined to get vengeance for a man wrongfully accused and punished.
In order to identify her stalker, Bellamy must confront the ghosts of her past, including Dent Carter, Susan’s wayward and reckless boyfriend — and an original suspect in the murder case. Dent, with this and other stains on his past, is intent on clearing his name, and he needs Bellamy’s sealed memory to do it. But her safeguarded recollections — once unlocked — pose new, unforeseen dangers.
As Bellamy delves deeper into the mystery surrounding Susan’s slaying, she discovers disturbing elements of the crime that call into question the people she holds most dear. Though haunted by partial memories and conflicted over her feelings for Dent, she won’t stop until she reveals Susan’s killer. That is, unless her killer strikes first…
Thank God for bringing Sandra Brown novels into my life. Both Low Pressure and one of her earlier novels, Lethal, which I read months ago, have been totally gripping. Brown is a fantastic storyteller, and I need to read more of her work. If it’s any indication, the book was almost 500 large pages, and I got through them all in less than a day. (I actually finished the book at precisely 11:58 p.m.)
One of the things I loved most about Low Pressure was the way it began: right in the midst of a jarring scene, and then journeying back through Bellamy’s day, leading up to the disturbing “gift” she received. And from there, I was hooked. Brown knew exactly how to pace the story, not giving away the details of the Memorial Day murder, or Dent’s later airplane disaster, too quickly. She delivered smartly placed clues to keep me hungry for more, without making me feel like I wasn’t getting anywhere. Each unveiled layer to the story — and believe me, there were many — was a complete shock.
I’m sort of sad that the book is over. I feel like I’m having a hangover, but with a novel instead of alcohol — Low Pressure was so good that I didn’t want it to end, I just wanted to keep living in Bellamy and Dent’s universe. But I’ve got 19 books left to read, so I’m going to have to drink some coffee, crack the spine on the next book, and sober up. 😉
Next book: Michael Connelly, Will Schwalbe, or Sheila Heti. Tough call.