From Misery to BookTok: Why Writers and Readers Make Such Good Thriller Characters

Why do writers, readers and obsessive fans make such compelling thriller characters? From Misery to BookTok, discover why storytelling itself can become dangerous.

There is something inherently dangerous about putting a writer in a thriller.

Writers notice things. They invent motives. They spend large amounts of time alone, thinking about people who do not exist and imagining terrible things happening to them. Their profession gives them perfectly reasonable excuses to research subjects that would look deeply suspicious in almost anyone else’s browser history.

Readers are not much safer.

A reader spends hours inside somebody else’s thoughts. They become familiar with fictional people who will never know them. They interpret clues, question motives and form intense emotional attachments to stories created by strangers.

Put writers and readers together, add obsession, and you already have many of the ingredients of a psychological thriller.

It is one reason stories about books have produced some of the genre’s most memorable premises. From Misery to contemporary thrillers shaped by online reading culture, storytelling itself can become the source of danger.

And I suspect these stories have become even more interesting now that the relationship between writer and reader is no longer particularly distant.

The writer already knows how to commit murder

Crime writers occasionally get asked whether their internet searches would concern the police.

It is an obvious joke, but there is something useful about it from a storytelling perspective.

A writer can plausibly know strange things.

Poisons. Injuries. Weapons. Forensics. Remote locations. How long somebody can survive without water. What happens to a body after death.

Research that would be incriminating for another character becomes completely normal when the character writes thrillers for a living.

That creates ambiguity.

If the police search a crime novelist’s laptop and discover twenty searches about disposing of a body, have they found evidence or chapter research?

If a novelist describes a murder remarkably similar to one that happens six months later, was it coincidence, prediction or rehearsal?

The boundary between imagination and intention becomes wonderfully unstable.

It is difficult to think of many professions that offer quite so much legitimate access to disturbing ideas.

Writers are professional liars

There is another reason writers work well in thrillers.

Their job is making things up convincingly.

A novelist constructs characters, hides information, creates false assumptions and decides when revelations should occur. They know that the order in which information is presented changes what an audience believes.

Those are also useful skills for a thriller antagonist.

A character does not need to lie outright if they can arrange the truth carefully enough.

Tell somebody fact A before fact B and they reach one conclusion. Reverse them and they may reach another.

Leave out fact C altogether and perhaps nobody asks the right question.

That is storytelling.

It is also manipulation.

The frightening writer in a thriller therefore does not necessarily need extraordinary physical power. Their advantage can be that they understand narrative.

They know how people interpret events.

More importantly, they know how to give someone just enough information to make them believe they reached the conclusion themselves.

Misery understood the nightmare of reader ownership

Stephen King’s Misery remains such a powerful example because its central relationship is not simply captor and prisoner.

It is writer and reader.

Annie Wilkes believes her relationship with Paul Sheldon gives her certain rights over his work. She has invested emotionally in his fictional world, and when Paul makes a creative decision she cannot accept, disappointment becomes entitlement.

The terror comes partly from the collapse of a boundary most writers depend upon.

A reader can love a story.

They can hate the ending.

They can argue about it, criticise it or refuse to buy the next book.

But the author still controls what they write.

Misery takes that assumption away.

Suddenly the reader is standing over the writer and demanding a different version.

That idea remains unsettling because every writer understands, on some level, that releasing a book means surrendering part of it.

You control the words.

You do not control what happens in somebody else’s head when they read them.

Readers can be frightening because they pay attention

A good reader notices details.

That is usually a compliment.

In a thriller, it can become threatening.

Someone who has read every novel an author has written may recognise recurring locations, private preoccupations and apparently insignificant autobiographical details.

They might notice that the same pub appears in three different novels.

They might recognise a childhood anecdote recycled into fiction.

They might realise that the description of a fictional house matches photographs the writer once posted online.

Reading becomes a form of investigation.

That possibility becomes particularly interesting when fictional work is combined with everything people now reveal publicly.

A dedicated reader no longer has only the novels.

They may have years of interviews, podcast appearances, newsletters, photographs, social posts and livestreams.

A detail mentioned casually in 2018 remains searchable years later.

That creates an enormous fictional toolbox for thriller writers.

The internet has changed the author-reader thriller

The obsessive reader used to have to work harder.

They might attend signings, send letters or discover an address.

Now writers and readers can occupy the same digital spaces every day.

An author posts something.

Readers answer.

The author replies.

A conversation develops.

Perhaps the same username appears tomorrow. Then next week. Then every day for six months.

Nothing sinister has necessarily happened. In most cases, nothing ever will.

But for fiction, the possibilities are irresistible.

Online communities blur distinctions that once felt much clearer.

A reader might know an author’s dog’s name, office layout, favourite coffee shop and holiday plans because those things have all appeared naturally in public posts.

The author may know nothing about the reader beyond a profile picture and username.

That imbalance can work in either direction.

A writer might become obsessed with a particular reviewer.

A reader might decide that years spent following an author amount to a relationship.

A critic might suddenly discover that an apparently anonymous account belongs to somebody they have discussed publicly.

The thriller begins when one person believes the connection means more than the other person does.

BookTok raises the stakes

BookTok and other online reading communities add another useful ingredient: scale.

A reaction to a book can now travel enormously quickly.

One video can introduce a forgotten novel to thousands of readers.

A negative post can generate an argument.

A disagreement can become content, and the responses to that disagreement can become more content.

Soon, people who have never read the original book are participating.

That is perfect thriller territory because individual conflict can suddenly acquire an audience.

Two people might begin with a private disagreement.

Then screenshots appear.

Followers take sides.

Old posts are found.

Context disappears.

Someone produces a timeline.

Somebody else discovers an apparent contradiction.

The original event becomes almost secondary to the public story forming around it.

A traditional stalker thriller asks: who is watching?

A modern version can ask something more uncomfortable.

What if everybody is?

Critics occupy an especially strange position

The critic sits somewhere between reader and creator.

They consume somebody else’s story, then create a new piece of work about it.

That second work might be a newspaper review, video, podcast, blog post or thirty-second reaction posted online.

The original author then becomes the subject.

That reversal has wonderful dramatic potential.

Writers are accustomed to controlling characters.

Critics are accustomed to interpreting writers.

Readers interpret both.

Everyone is telling a slightly different story about the same thing.

And each person may believe theirs is the accurate version.

A thriller can turn that ordinary process into conflict remarkably easily.

What happens if the novelist decides the critic misunderstood?

What happens if the critic discovers the author has been watching them?

What happens if both begin using their audiences against each other?

At that point, a disagreement about a book can become something much stranger.

Books make excellent weapons

One of my favourite things about book-centred thrillers is that the dangerous object does not have to be a gun or knife.

It can be a manuscript.

A diary.

An unpublished novel.

A set of letters.

A marked-up proof.

A book nobody was supposed to find.

Text has an unusual quality in a thriller because reading feels safe.

We are conditioned to treat information as passive.

A page cannot chase you.

A manuscript cannot break down a door.

But information can completely alter somebody’s understanding of their circumstances.

Imagine discovering a novel that describes something you did yesterday.

Or reading an unpublished chapter in which a character with your name dies tomorrow.

Perhaps it is a coincidence.

Perhaps somebody is threatening you.

Perhaps somebody knows what you will do next.

The reader has to keep turning pages because the information itself has become dangerous.

That is a very different form of suspense from somebody running through a dark house, but it can produce the same compulsion.

The reader becomes part of the machinery

Stories about stories also create another enjoyable complication.

We are reading about someone reading.

That means the fictional reader starts doing the same thing we are doing.

They notice clues.

We notice what they notice.

They misinterpret something.

We have to decide whether we agree.

A writer can then play with the gap between the book inside the novel and the novel we are actually holding.

Which version should we trust?

Is the fictional manuscript telling the truth?

Has something been edited?

Who chose what we were allowed to see?

Suddenly reading itself becomes part of the suspense mechanism.

The safest action might be closing the book.

Naturally, nobody does.

Obsession and creativity sit dangerously close together

Writing a novel requires behaviour that, viewed from the wrong angle, already looks slightly obsessive.

A writer can spend years thinking about the same handful of invented people.

They rewrite conversations repeatedly.

They research minor details nobody else will notice.

They imagine alternative outcomes.

They become annoyed when characters refuse to behave as planned, despite having invented those characters themselves.

Usually, all of this results in a book.

Thrillers simply ask what happens when that obsessive energy stops being contained by fiction.

Perhaps the writer finds a real person who seems perfect for a character.

Perhaps a fan decides they understand an author better than everyone else.

Perhaps a reviewer cannot stop thinking about a strange manuscript.

The dangerous moment is often not when somebody becomes interested.

It is when they stop recognising the boundary between interest and ownership.

Why I keep coming back to stories about stories

This was part of what attracted me to An Honest Review.

Not simply the idea of putting somebody from the book world into danger, but the possibility of making books themselves central to that danger.

Writers, readers and critics already have complicated relationships with stories.

We become attached to them.

We argue about them.

We recommend them to strangers.

We sometimes remember fictional scenes more vividly than things that actually happened to us.

Most of the time, that is one of the pleasures of reading.

A thriller gets to ask what happens when the same impulses become distorted.

When admiration becomes entitlement.

When research becomes surveillance.

When interpretation becomes obsession.

When somebody stops being satisfied with reading a story and decides they ought to be inside it.

Or worse, decides you should be.

That is when storytelling stops being something happening safely on the page.

And that is where some of my favourite thrillers begin.

An Honest Review, my new bookish psychological thriller about a reviewer, an obsessive writer and a manuscript that becomes far too personal, is available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

Why An Honest Review Is My Most Literary Psychological Thriller

Why is An Honest Review my most literary psychological thriller? I look at how the novel combines stalking, captivity and suspense with questions about authorship, agency, criticism and narrative control.

When I finished An Honest Review, I found myself asking a question I don’t normally have to ask about my psychological thrillers. Is this one too literary?

It’s unquestionably a psychological thriller. There’s stalking, obsession, an isolated cottage, captivity, manipulation, physical danger and a protagonist trying to outthink someone who has planned several moves ahead of her.

But it’s also doing something a little different from my other thrillers.

An Honest Review is interested not only in what happens to its protagonist, but in who gets to decide what those events mean.

That distinction ended up shaping the whole novel.

It starts with a very thriller-ish premise

Olivia Brooks is a hugely successful online book reviewer.

She has two million followers. Publishers want her attention. Readers trust her recommendations, and authors know a few cutting words from Olivia can potentially change the way thousands of people see their books.

Then she receives an email from an unknown writer called Clara Bennett.

Clara wants Olivia to read her manuscript.

Olivia isn’t interested.

Clara persists.

Then a copy of the manuscript appears at Olivia’s home.

Its title is An Honest Review – the same name as Olivia’s channel.

Its protagonist is called Olivia.

It describes her flat, her routines and aspects of her life with an accuracy that shouldn’t be possible.

From there, things get considerably worse.

So, at the level of plot, this is absolutely a psychological thriller.

The danger is real. Clara’s obsession escalates. Olivia makes a series of decisions that take her deeper into a situation she knows she should avoid, until she wakes up bound to a chair in an isolated cottage in the Cumbrian fells.

There is nothing particularly ambiguous about being kidnapped.

But the physical danger was never the only thing I was interested in.

What does ‘more literary’ actually mean?

I sometimes think “literary” is one of those words that becomes less useful the more precisely you try to define it.

I don’t mean that An Honest Review abandons plot in favour of several hundred pages of someone staring thoughtfully through a kitchen window.

The story moves.

There are short chapters, escalating threats, reversals, escape attempts and a confrontation.

What makes it feel more literary to me is what the thriller machinery is being used to examine.

The novel spends a lot of time thinking about authorship, criticism, agency, performance and control.

Olivia has built a career judging stories.

Clara writes stories.

Both women understand that whoever controls the way something is presented can influence how everybody else sees it.

And then Clara turns Olivia into a character.

That was where the book became much more interesting to me.

What happens when someone writes your story for you?

Olivia begins the novel from a position of considerable power.

She decides which books deserve her attention. She decides which emails get answered and which disappear into the bin. She decides what her followers see, what she says on camera and how much of herself she allows into the public world.

Her entire professional identity is based around judgement.

Then Clara reverses the relationship.

Suddenly Olivia is the object being examined.

Someone else is selecting the details.

Someone else is deciding which parts of her personality matter.

Someone else is removing context, arranging events and turning her into a version of herself she doesn’t recognise.

For Olivia, that is almost as disturbing as the stalking itself.

She understands exactly how powerful framing can be because she has spent years doing it to other people.

A thriller about criticism?

One of the central questions in An Honest Review is whether criticism carries responsibility.

Olivia believes readers deserve honesty.

If she thinks a book is terrible, she says so. She doesn’t believe an author’s years of work entitle them to praise, attention or even politeness.

And on a fundamental level, I think Olivia is right.

Nobody is owed a positive review.

Nobody is owed a review at all.

But Olivia has also turned criticism into entertainment. Her sharpness is part of her brand. A particularly brutal line gets more engagement than a carefully qualified observation.

Eventually, there is a human being on the other end of that judgement.

Clara takes that idea to a monstrous extreme.

She believes Olivia should be forced to understand what it feels like to surrender control of something personal and watch another person decide what it means.

The important word there is forced.

Clara may occasionally identify something real about Olivia, but that doesn’t make what she does justified.

That tension interested me far more than writing a villain who is simply wrong about everything.

Olivia isn’t an innocent protagonist

Olivia was also an opportunity to write a slightly different sort of thriller protagonist.

She can be arrogant.

She can be cruel.

She is extraordinarily good at rationalising her own behaviour.

She has hurt people and, in many cases, hasn’t thought much about them afterwards.

None of which means she deserves to be stalked, drugged or imprisoned.

I wanted both of those things to remain true simultaneously.

There can sometimes be a tendency in thrillers to establish a victim’s goodness before putting them through something terrible, almost as though suffering requires moral qualification.

I didn’t want that here.

Olivia’s right to safety doesn’t depend on whether she is nice.

And Clara’s occasional insight doesn’t make her actions defensible.

That leaves a messier relationship between the two women, which becomes increasingly important as the story progresses.

Agency became one of the big themes

Olivia is obsessed with control.

Even when she makes obviously dangerous choices, she finds ways to describe them as deliberate.

She tells herself she has options.

She tells herself she understands the risks.

She tells herself that because she can see the manipulation happening, she cannot possibly be manipulated.

That created one of my favourite tensions in the novel.

How much agency do you really have when somebody understands how you are likely to behave?

Clara doesn’t need to physically force Olivia towards every decision. She often only needs to construct a situation in which she knows which choice Olivia will make.

And Olivia keeps insisting that the choice was hers.

Perhaps it was.

That doesn’t necessarily mean Clara didn’t anticipate it.

Olivia tries to turn everything into a story

One of the ways Olivia maintains control is by analysing what happens to her.

She thinks like a critic even when she probably shouldn’t.

When she drives north through increasingly awful weather towards Clara’s cottage, she notices how clichéd the whole thing feels.

Of course the weather is getting worse.

Of course the mountains are disappearing behind cloud.

Of course the mysterious writer lives in an isolated cottage.

If Olivia were reviewing the scene, she would probably tell the author to show a little restraint.

Unfortunately for her, recognising that you are behaving like somebody in a psychological thriller does not prevent the psychological thriller from happening.

That habit becomes more important once she is in captivity.

Analysis gives Olivia distance.

If she can turn something into narrative, she doesn’t quite have to experience it directly.

But that creates another problem.

Clara is trying to do exactly the same thing.

The thriller doesn’t really end when Olivia escapes

This was probably the point where An Honest Review moved furthest away from my other psychological thrillers.

In many thrillers, escape is the destination.

The protagonist survives. The antagonist is arrested or killed. We get enough aftermath to understand that life will continue, and the book ends.

But that didn’t feel right for this story.

Olivia is a public figure.

Clara is a writer.

Whatever happens between them is inevitably going to become a story.

So the question changes.

It is no longer simply:

Can Olivia escape?

It becomes:

Who gets to tell everyone what happened?

That turned out to be the part of the novel I found most interesting.

Who owns trauma?

Imagine something terrible happens to you.

You survive.

Then somebody else writes a book about it.

They choose the scenes.

They interpret your decisions.

They explain your motives.

Millions of people encounter the event through their version before they encounter yours.

Does being the person who experienced something give you ownership of the story?

Emotionally, we might instinctively say yes.

But stories don’t really work that way.

The moment something becomes public, other people begin interpreting it.

Journalists frame it.

Commentators argue about it.

Readers identify heroes and villains.

Publishers package it.

Audiences decide what it means.

And eventually the person at the centre of the event becomes only one voice among many.

For Olivia, who has spent her career interpreting other people’s work, that is intolerable.

She wants control of the narrative.

The problem is that control may never have been possible.

Even honesty becomes complicated

The title An Honest Review started to take on more meanings as I wrote.

At first, it refers quite literally to Olivia’s brand.

Her channel is called An Honest Review and she gives honest reviews.

Or at least she believes she does.

Then Clara demands one.

Later, both women start producing their own versions of the same events.

Each can claim honesty.

Each can point towards facts.

Each can accuse the other of manipulation.

And each understands that selecting which facts to include is itself a form of storytelling.

That doesn’t mean there is no such thing as truth.

It means truth and narrative aren’t necessarily the same thing.

That distinction became central to the novel.

Why I still think it belongs with my psychological thrillers

This was the question I wrestled with after finishing it.

I even wondered whether An Honest Review should appear under a different pen name because it sits further towards the literary end than my other thrillers.

I’m increasingly convinced that would be the wrong way to think about it.

It’s not literary fiction disguised as a thriller.

The psychological-thriller structure is what makes the other ideas work.

The stalking matters because Olivia is losing control.

The captivity matters because Clara has turned metaphor into physical reality. Olivia isn’t merely being represented by someone else; she is literally trapped inside a situation someone else has constructed for her.

The suspense matters because questions about agency become much more uncomfortable when a wrong decision has immediate consequences.

And the conflict between Olivia and Clara works because both women are trying to control not only what happens, but what the events will eventually mean.

The literary elements aren’t separate from the thriller.

They’re built into it.

Perhaps ‘bookish psychological thriller’ says it best

That’s ultimately why I settled on describing An Honest Review as a bookish psychological thriller.

It tells you what kind of experience to expect.

There are books within books, writers, reviewers, audiences, publishing and arguments about criticism.

But there is also a woman waking up tied to a chair while her captor calmly explains what happens next.

For me, those two sides belong together.

An Honest Review is probably the most literary psychological thriller I’ve written.

It may also be one of the darkest.

Because Olivia eventually discovers that escaping another person’s story is much harder than escaping a locked room.

An Honest Review is available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

Why I Wrote a Psychological Thriller About a Book Reviewer | An Honest Review

Why write a psychological thriller about a book reviewer? J. Cronshaw discusses the inspiration behind An Honest Review, a dark bookish thriller about obsession, criticism and control.

What happens when someone whose job is judging other people’s stories discovers that someone else has started writing hers?

That question became the starting point for my new novel, An Honest Review.

It’s a psychological thriller about Olivia Brooks, a hugely successful online book reviewer with an audience of two million people. Publishers want her attention. Readers trust her judgement. Authors know that a few sentences from Olivia can change how thousands of people see their work.

Then an unknown writer called Clara Bennett contacts her.

Clara doesn’t want praise.

She just wants Olivia to read her book.

And she isn’t particularly interested in taking no for an answer.

The power of the reviewer

I’ve spent a lot of my life around books.

One thing that has always interested me is the strange relationship between writers, reviewers and readers.

An author can spend several years writing a novel. They can obsess over every chapter, character and sentence. By the time the book reaches the world, it might represent thousands of hours of work.

A reviewer can dismiss it in a paragraph.

That isn’t necessarily wrong.

Nobody owes an author a good review. Nobody even owes them a review at all.

Readers should be able to say that they hated a book. Reviewers should be able to criticise writing they think is bad. An honest review is far more useful than meaningless praise.

But there is still an imbalance of power there.

And I thought that imbalance could make the foundation of a psychological thriller.

Meet Olivia Brooks

Olivia genuinely believes in what she does.

She doesn’t see herself as cruel.

She sees herself as honest.

The publishing world is full of politeness, hype and people saying nice things about books they secretly thought were mediocre. Olivia believes somebody needs to cut through all that.

Her readers follow her precisely because she is willing to say what other people won’t.

Over time, though, that honesty has become part of her performance.

Olivia has two million followers.

Her reviews can affect careers.

Her sharpest comments spread online.

She has gradually become very good at turning judgement into entertainment.

And she has stopped thinking very much about the people on the receiving end.

That made her fascinating to write.

I didn’t want the protagonist of An Honest Review to be an entirely innocent person being targeted by an entirely irrational stranger.

Olivia has flaws.

Sometimes enormous ones.

She can be arrogant, dismissive and unnecessarily cruel.

But none of that means she deserves what happens next.

What if the writer refused to disappear?

Clara Bennett is one of the countless writers Olivia ignores.

She has spent years writing a novel and believes it deserves to be read.

Olivia disagrees.

Or, more accurately, Olivia doesn’t care enough to have an opinion.

For Clara, that indifference is almost worse than criticism.

So she sends Olivia an email.

Then another.

Then she appears in Olivia’s livestream.

And eventually a manuscript arrives at Olivia’s home.

The title is An Honest Review.

The protagonist is called Olivia.

The book describes her home. Her routines. Her thoughts. Things a stranger should not know.

That was the point where the idea really clicked for me.

The reviewer has spent years turning other people’s work into material.

Now someone has turned her into material.

The manuscript knows what happens next

I love psychological thrillers built around control.

Who has it? Who thinks they have it? And what happens when that certainty begins to crack?

Olivia starts the novel believing she controls almost everything that matters.

She decides which emails deserve answering.

She decides which books deserve attention.

She decides what her audience sees.

She even carefully controls the apparently spontaneous version of herself she presents on camera.

Then Clara hands her a story in which all those decisions have already been made.

Olivia is no longer the critic standing outside the book.

She is inside it.

And Clara hasn’t written the ending yet.

Why make it a bookish psychological thriller?

I could have written this story about almost any kind of influencer.

But making Olivia a book reviewer allowed me to push the idea further.

Both women understand stories.

Both understand framing.

Both understand that the way you present an event can completely change how people interpret it.

Olivia has spent years reducing books to arguments she can communicate to an audience.

Clara is doing something similar with Olivia’s life.

That created a psychological battle where words matter almost as much as physical actions.

Even when Olivia is frightened, part of her is analysing what is happening.

She notices the setting. She notices dramatic irony. She notices when events feel too convenient.

At one point, while driving through increasingly horrible weather towards an isolated cottage in the Cumbrian fells, she effectively starts reviewing the scene she is living through.

Too much weather.

Far too obvious.

A competent author would probably tone it down.

Unfortunately, the weather doesn’t care.

The strange intimacy of online audiences

Another idea behind An Honest Review is something that has become normal incredibly quickly.

We can know enormous amounts about people who have absolutely no idea who we are.

Watch someone online for several years and you might know where they live, what they read, what annoys them, what makes them laugh, what coffee they drink and what they said during a livestream at two o’clock in the morning five years ago.

To the person watching, that can feel like familiarity.

To the person being watched, you are still a stranger.

Clara believes she understands Olivia.

In some ways, she actually does.

That might be more disturbing than if she were completely wrong.

What happens after the thriller is supposed to end?

There was another part of the idea I became particularly interested in while writing.

Most thrillers have an obvious endpoint.

Escape. Rescue. The police arrive. The antagonist is arrested. Credits roll.

But I kept wondering what happens afterwards.

Because Olivia’s entire life exists online.

If something terrible happened to somebody with an enormous public platform, the story wouldn’t end when they reached safety.

It would become content.

There would be interviews. Podcasts. Documentaries. News reports. Comment sections. People would choose sides.

And, because this is a story about books, somebody would inevitably publish one.

So An Honest Review becomes something slightly different as it progresses.

The question stops being simply whether Olivia can escape Clara.

It becomes: Who gets to tell what happened?

And if two people experience the same event completely differently, who owns the truth?

A slightly different psychological thriller

An Honest Review is still very much a psychological thriller.

There is stalking, obsession, isolation, imprisonment, manipulation and a battle between two women who understand one another far too well.

But it probably sits towards the more literary end of the thrillers I’ve written.

It became a novel about criticism. About creativity. About parasocial relationships. About how easily experience becomes entertainment.

And, above all, about who gets to control a story.

I suspect Olivia would have several complaints about the finished novel.

Clara would probably insist that those complaints proved the point.

Neither of them would be particularly easy to have dinner with.

Read An Honest Review

Olivia Brooks has built a career deciding which stories deserve to be heard.

Then struggling writer Clara Bennett sends her a manuscript about Olivia herself.

When Olivia agrees to meet her, she wakes bound to a chair in an isolated cottage with the unfinished manuscript waiting.

Clara doesn’t just want an honest review.

She wants Olivia to help write the ending.

An Honest Review is available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.