Friend Request: The most addictive psychological thriller you'll read this year

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Due to peer pressure Louise has blamed herself believing all these years that it was her fault that Maria had died that night. If you like a well-done psychological thriller that keeps you turning those pages until the very end, I would definitely recommend this book! Chipped plant pots trail the dead brown remains of my doomed summer attempt at growing my own herbs, and the darkening afternoon sky is a dull sheet of slate grey. I will try to get my hands on any book that has social media at the heart of it, and "Friend Request" fit the bill perfectly. When Louise receives the friend request from Maria, you can only imagine how freaked out she becomes.

When Louise first notices the new girl who has mysteriously transferred late into their senior year, Maria seems to be everything the girls Louise hangs out with aren’t. For me Facebook is a way of connecting with people with whom I'd otherwise wouldn't be able to keep in touch, like some of my school mates, or friends who live abroad. To keep her secret, Louise must first uncover the whole truth, before what's known to Maria - or whoever's pretending to be her - is known to all. But, I assure you, the story is all thrills, chills, and psychological suspense from start to finish, with some real nail biting scenes and plenty of surprise twists along the way. bestseller and has sold in a further 25 countries including the USA, France, Germany, Italy and the Netherlands.And knowing the extent of the dominating relationship she had with him in the past, I don't understand why she's still all a-tremble in his presence. It’s interesting as we don’t understand the lasting effect of people who’ve been bullied and traumatized at young and impressionable ages. Long-buried memories quickly rise to the surface–those first days of their budding connection, the awful judgment of the young women who felt at the time like her sole gateway to belonging. We all really enjoyed the voice of this unknown narrator and liked discussing and guessing who we thought it might be.

Outside the French doors, my tiny courtyard garden is wearing its bleak late-autumn clothes, paving stones slick with the earlier freezing rain.They immediately transported me back to my insecure self where it felt like one popular girl/dictator held my social life (which felt like life and death back then) in her well manicured hands.