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This was my belief. That the truth rises to the surface like air bubbles in boiling water. That it rushes upward like a force of nature, exploding in a gasp of air when it reaches the surface, as it was always intended to do.

All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda was my absolute number one favorite book of 2016, so while I don't want to compare her follow up to it, it's difficult not to.

Miranda's writing is as effortless as it is cinematic - I can see her scenes played out on the big screen as if it was made for it. I believe she will be able to transfer her books seamlessly to film, and I can almost guarantee her thrillers will be picked up for movies as well.

However, for me, The Perfect Stranger had too many players, and the various subplots didn't come together as neatly as I would have liked. The ending is what really did me in. While I feel like I don't really require my thriller's conclusions to be tied neatly with a bow, this one left me wanting. Wanting more details, wanting more whys. Maybe I needed it all to be spelled out a bit more - I never saw a climax at the conclusion, it just sort of fell off.

All in all, a very strong story that didn't come together for me in the end.

3.5 stars. I'll still read everything Megan Miranda writes forever and ever.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.