Don't You Cry: A Thrilling Suspense Novel from the Author of Local Woman Missing

by Mary Kubica

An electrifying and addictive tale of deceit and obsession from the bestselling author of The Good Girl

In downtown Chicago, a young woman named Esther Vaughan disappears from her apartment without a trace. A haunting letter addressed to My Dearest is found among her possessions, leaving her friend and roommate Quinn Collins to wonder where Esther is and whether or not she's the person Quinn thought she knew.

Meanwhile, in a small Michigan harbour town an hour outside Chicago, a mysterious woman appears in the quiet coffee shop where 18 year old Alex Gallo works as a dishwasher. He is immediately drawn to her charm and beauty, but what starts as an innocent crush quickly spirals into something far more dark and sinister.

As Quinn searches for answers about Esther, and Alex is drawn further under the stranger's spell, Mary Kubica takes readers on a taut and twisted rollercoaster ride that builds to a stunning conclusion.

• ISBN10: 0778319059
• ISBN13: 9780778319054
• Publish Date: 17 May 2016 (first published 28 April 2016)
• Publish Status: Out of Stock
• Imprint: Mira Books
• Edition: Original ed.
• Format: Hardcover
• Pages: 320
• Language: English

Reviews

[laurie]

I’m gonna be honest, I liked the The Good Girl way better than I liked this one. There’s so many “This is the next Gone Girl/Girl on a Train" books out right now, and a) is that a good thing? Girl on a Train was boring as heck and no one was likeable in Gone Girl and b) I haven’t read one yet that has a twist I didn’t see coming a mile away.

This was still a fairly readable voice, which I liked, but it took a little too long to connect the multiple points of view/stories going on for my taste, and it didn’t have the holy geez twist at the end I was promised.

See this review and others on my blog.

[Linda]

This review was originally posted on (un)Conventional Bookviews
Don't You Cry is a deliciously creepy, mysterious tale, where the plot only fully unfolds at the very end of the story.



At first, I had a little bit of trouble getting into the story of Don't You Cry (and for the whole time, I had Axl Rose singing in my mind...) because it was quite slow, and one of the narrators was a little... hmm how should I say it?... dense. She was not only a bit socially awkward, she was very immature and unsure of herself. She did grow on me, though, and as the story moved forward, I came to like her and her strange ways.

Don't You Cry had two narrators, and neither of them was really the main character, and I found that to be refreshing. It is difficult to explain what happened in the story without giving the plot and the mystery away. Especially because there are two main plots, and the way they come to a peak at almost the same time made it a solid mystery, and the psychological thriller aspect of it really messed with my head! Esther disappeared from her room probably during the night between Saturday and Sunday, and her roommate didn't even know. Until later. And then, she first thought Esther was going about her day as usual. But Esther didn't come home. And there were no notes. And she didn't show up for work. And there were some really strange things in her room.

Then, in a small town off Lake Michigan, there is another narrator, a young boy who had a bright future he didn't seize. He stayed behind to take care of his father, and he had a very vivid imagination. Which made his narration very unreliable. And quite strange. And extremely compelling at the same time. So yeah, Don't You Cry was very mysterious, with narrators who didn't know the whole story - and neither did I - until the very end of the book. I enjoyed the story, and thinking back on it, I still get that eerie, weird feeling. So if you enjoy mysteries, you should pick it up!



"Traffic," I say, and she sniggers. On her ring finger is a wedding band, given to her by her late husband, Mr. Priddy. There's speculation that her incessant nagging was the cause of his death. Whether or not it's true, I can only assume.

Pops spends his dates at the tavern in town, getting loaded and talking about how my mother left him and me when I was five years old. It's supposed to be a sympathy trigger, but instead he ends up looking like a patsy. Pops ends up crying and scaring the ladies away one by one, like old cars lined in a row for target practice. He has no clue why he's still alone.

Thought if it wasn't for the homeliness of the walkup corridor, I wouldn't quite appreciate the hominess of Esther and my space. Snug and comfy, cozy and warm.