We All Have So Many Secrets to Keep (We Are All the Same in the Dark psychological thriller REVIEW)
You know those rare moments, when everything is so absolutely perfect—so utterly right —that you wouldn’t change one solitary thing? That, for me, is literally every single page of Julia Heaberlin’s We Are All the Same in the Dark … and no matter what I else I read this year, this is gonna be my favorite book of 2020, without question. _______________ A trucker spies something near the edge of the road on one of those endless stretches of you-can’t-see-anything-for- way -too-many-miles flat Texas highway. The man, Wyatt, thinks it could be a dog, and he likes dogs, so he stops to check. Instead, it turns out to be an injured young girl, barely a teen—bruised, bloodied, and missing an eye—lying in the parched grass, a ring of dandelions circling her. Seeing as how he’s always taken dandelions as a sign—and heaven knows you don’t leave a wounded creature out in that kind of brutal heat, anyhow—Wyatt grudgingly puts her in the truck with him, and heads for home. The same evening, a...