Dale McCarthy has a unique and miraculous ability. He can bring the dead back to life, though the resurrected have no memory of their deaths. But not every miracle comes from God, and not every healer is a saint.
Ever since her new neighbor moved in, Sarah Lincoln has been having terrible nightmares. Last night she dreamed she and her husband were brutally murdered in their beds. This morning she found bloody sheets in the laundry and bloodstains on her mattress. And the nightmare is the same, night after night after night. With no one prepared to take her wild fears seriously, Sarah will have to save herself from being murdered. Again.
The Resurrectionist has now been made into a major motion picture— “Come Back To Me” – WHAT? Really…
I don’t even know what to say at this point. I just re-read this, and it’s not the same book I read the first time.
I went down this weird road with Sarah, beginning at Imustbecrazy Drive and ending up with Justpleasekillmeandgetitoverwith Circle. She has to convince her husband that she was raped and murdered, which is not easy to do considering the fact that she is standing right in front of him. It gets even more complicated when she realizes that she has to tell her husband that he was raped and murdered himself. The ending could have been different, but I get it.
If you haven’t read this – dooo eeet, what are you waiting for?