Being rich makes coming back from the dead so much easier. Dallas socialite Jennifer Strickland narrowly survives a harrowing car accident and returns to a home she doesn’t remember, friends she doesn’t recognize, and a husband she doesn’t like. Dreams of a mysterious raven-haired beauty send her to a psychiatrist who discovers Jennifer’s experience was nearer to death than she imagined.
Notorious gay rights activist Dr. Cotton Claymore was beaten and left for dead in an alleyway. Her body didn’t survive the trauma, but her spirit did—in the body of Jennifer Strickland.
Living as Jennifer, Cotton has to convince the two most important people in her life that she is back and find the person who murdered her—before they do it again.
The blurb also convinced me to read this book but just like climbing a plateau, what started out as a good concept turned flat and the story went a steep downhill from there. The actions of the characters were really foolish as they faced threatening situations, especially Cotton who, yes, was murdered already and you expect her to be really afraid for her second life but, nope, she was the most flippant about it. Seriously, they brought themselves into those situations, with Cotton as the team-leader. What a bull ending too. Sorry, I'm just irritated with how it all played out. It's like watching a badly written tv show, with bad acting to boot.
I'd give it more of a 2.7/5 rating. It was a fascinating plot, but I didn't feel as much danger as I would have liked. The characters were nice, but I didn't really feel any evolution with them. It's still a pleasant read.
Unlike some books that with either put you to sleep or make it easy to enjoy a chapter or two before your doze off, Walk-in will have you turning page after page. Imagine regaining consciousness after a car accident only to find that you are no longer the person you were. Now imagine that the person whose memories you now have was murdered.
Walk-in has all the makings of a fast paced suspense and delivers excitement. Your best bet is to put something in a slow cooker or have your favorite food delivery on speed dial so you can sit down and enjoy Walk-in from cover to cover. Yes, it is that good.
Okay, so you know that thing, where you're reading a book or watching a movie or a show, and you think: "This is all right, but it would be so much better if the main character was an ex-dead amnesiac lesbian with a million dollars and a target on her back." Well, pine no more, y'all: our long national nightmare may be just beginning, but our Sapphic thriller-drought is finally over!
The thing to know about WALK-IN is that it's divided almost neatly in half, like a two-flavor box of Nerds: the first half of the book is a search for truth and identity, while the second is a straight-up someone-in-the-bushes-is-watching-you psycho-thriller. It's a blazing-fast read throughout, with bite-sized chapters and page-turning cliffhangers worthy of Dickens at his serialized finest.
The extremely tight focus on the main character, especially in the first half, may make or break it for you: for a good hundred pages, there is absolutely nothing in her world bigger than finding out the truth about herself (understandably, for someone who's woken up from a head injury in a stranger's life), and a lot is riding on how relatable you find her. With that said, by the time we get to the second half, the cast has organically expanded to include a whole passel of colorful, intriguing characters – including several plausible suspects and multiple interlaced mysteries. There's no on-the-page sex here, but plenty of authentic Dallas flavor, complete with a generous dollop of Highland Park hedonism – because really, who wouldn't love to wake up from a coma as a hot-bodied multimillionaire?
Ultimately, my only complaint is that I would have liked to have a few more threads explicitly tucked in and tied off. But at the end of the day, that's the mark of a truly gifted author: you put down the book, your mind filling with questions and conjectures like water seeping into a freshly-poked seed-hole in the soil, already needing to flip back to the beginning and start over to see what hidden answers you missed the first time. I don't know what I'll find – but I'll definitely be lining up for this author's next book.