Cassie wakes up in a graveyard and she can't remember her name or
anything about herself. A man named Will helps her out, telling her
that he is about to start on the LAPD after having moved to
California from an Indian reserve in South Dakota. He doesn't seem
to quite fit in anywhere, being half Indian, half white, but he
enjoys Cassie's company; until she finds out who she is.
Cassie is an anthropologist and wife of the most famous actor in
Hollywood, Alex Rivers. Slowly she starts to piece together what
life was like before she forgot everything, and it's not picture
perfect. What results, is a story of domestic abuse and fitting in.
As always, Picoult writes these novels perfectly. The characters
are so dynamic and raw. The storyline is dramatic. I kept waiting
for the Picoult twist, trying to figure out all the ways that the
book could end. Picoult doesn't disappoint, however this isn't her
best book. I grew to dispise Alex and despite the explanations, I
don't understand how anyone could stay with someone who physically
abuses them. There was one loose end though, and that is how Cassie
ended up in a graveyard with no memory. Did I miss this in the
book? It seems too big of a loose end for Picoult to miss. Overall
a great book!