I had a love/hate relationship with Chelsea Cain’s last book, Heartsick (review). I loved the book and I hated what this said about myself. With a self-destructive detective, gruesome torture scenes, and a psychologically stunning love affair, Cain had me flipping pages and growing disgusted with my fascination. It was a book I could not recommend highly enough while I warned a lot of people away from it. After finishing Heartsick, I immediately went out and purchased a copy of its sequel, Sweetheart. I brought it home and buried it…
Hugh Howey