Ginger Nuts of Horror
As a fan of Kelli Owen, I look forward to seeing her every summer and picking up her most recent offering, this year her latest book is entitled Forgotten. And trust me when I tell you that this book is anything but easily forgotten.
We open with Annalise Timmins is the name of the woman found battered and bleeding in the rest stop supply closet. She has no idea who she is or how she got there. She doesn't recall how she got there, her life up to that moment. Her memory isn't the only missing piece from her life.
With the "help" of local authorities, neighbours and friends, doctors and a man who swears to be her husband, Anna finds out that the scariest stranger is the one you can become in an instant. Forgotten is a novella that I can not say much about, the brilliance of the premise is one that relies on one going in with the least amount of information. It is a tragic and sad but also an angering exercise in bad behaviour and not-so-great ideas.
The writing is sharp, and you get a feel for these characters. Forgotten is a tense and uncomfortable read. But it is also a damn fine one.
Annalise Timmins is found battered and beaten in the bathroom of a quiet roadside rest area without her car, her identification, or her memory. To her horror, she quickly learns that more than her memory is missing. Doctors and loved ones alike try to fill in the blanks for her, but she finds it impossible to believe their stories. Wouldn’t she remember these people? Wouldn’t she remember her family? As she tries to piece together the life they claim she has, she suddenly finds herself questioning which is worse: to forget… or to remember?