When a beautiful, aspiring writer strides into the East Village bookstore where Joe Goldberg works, he does what anyone would do: he Googles the name on her credit card.
There is only one Guinevere Beck in New York City. She has a public Facebook account and Tweets incessantly, telling Joe everything he needs to know: she is simply Beck to her friends, she went to Brown University, she lives on Bank Street, and she’ll be at a bar in Brooklyn tonight—the perfect place for a “chance” meeting.
As Joe invisibly and obsessively takes control of Beck’s life, he orchestrates a series of events to ensure Beck finds herself in his waiting arms. Moving from stalker to boyfriend, Joe transforms himself into Beck’s perfect man, all while quietly removing the obstacles that stand in their way—even if it means murder.
"I watch you daily, I watch you go to bed, I watch you wake up, I watch you all the time.."
This book is really fucked up...on so many levels.
I'm sitting here and don't know what to write.
I haven't read anything like this since The Girl on the Train (and yes, there's no similarities except stalking). But Joe bring stalking to a whole new level.
These characters are so crazy... No they are deranged. Big time! Their whole relationship is so wrong, so sick and so unhealthy, but that's what makes this book so good.
"You are a woman and I am a man and we belong in the dark together."
Joe, for starters, is so twisted that my mind was spinning the whole time .......
"You are gone, forever and she is here, now."
He's so smart, so shrewd and so psycho. Aaaaand he watched too many chick flicks. I mean, seriously???
But I kind of liked him. It's like I was in his head, living his life, hearing his crazy thoughts. This man has some crazy shit going on in his head.
I could rant about it for hours but you just need to read the book to understand it.
"Before you, there was Candace. She was stubborn too, so I'm gonna be patient with you, same way I was patient with her. I am not gonna hold it against you that in that old, bulky laptop computer of yours you write about every fucking thing in the world except me. I'm no idiot, Beck. I know how to search a hard drive and I know I'm not in there and I know you don't even own anything resembling a notebook or a diary.
One possible theory: You write about me in the notepad on your phone. Hope remains."
"I don't like you right now. You make me do terrible things like hold you down and clap my hand over your mouth."
Beck... Hmmm Beck. I don't know.. She's just meh..
Really fucked up, just like Joe, but I didn't like her. She's an attention seeker (at all costs) and I don't like that kind of people. I just don't.
"You're not afraid of me, of anyone. Men love you. You know it. No man can ever be a mouse in your house because you'll always have someone - a hot clerk in a bookstore, a horny shrink, a closeted rich girl. Someone will always watch over you and you believe that you are special. In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me."
The writing is amazing. Kepnes really knows how to pull you in. I need to know more about my new favorite psycho but I will make a break to recover myself first. Sooo, Hidden Bodies wait for me.
When it comes to rating...
It's not that I didn't like this book. I did, very much. It was addictive but I expected more mystery, more drama, just more.. Sooo 4.2 stars from me!
I couldn't help but think of Bang La Decks' song Kuedon the whole time I was reading this book. :D
About The Author
Caroline Kepnes is a native of Cape Cod and the author of many published short stories. After graduating from Brown University, Caroline moved to New York where she covered pop culture for Entertainment Weekly and Tiger Beat. She also worked as a staff writer on the first season of ABC Family's The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Caroline’s second novel, Hidden Bodies, is the follow-up to her debut novel, You, which was optioned by Showtime. Caroline now lives in Los Angeles, where she writes fiction, drinks artificially sweetened caffeinated beverages, and avoids freeways.