The line between truth and non-truth hangs on a feeble thread that’s on the verge of snapping. A truth can be made into a non-truth in just a flicker. And since it is difficult to tell a truth from a non-truth, we only rely on what we believe is the truth, and hope it really is.



Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish.

Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity’s notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn’t expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity’s recollection of what really happened the day her daughter died.

Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen’s feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife’s words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.


For a writer who obviously has many descriptive words in her vocabulary, I am blatantly blank, and I don’t know the best word to describe this book I just read. Excellence is too demeaning a word for it. Verity is beyond sublime. As I’m reading it, I’m asking myself these questions, just how bad can this be? How darker can it get? How grim? How sinister? How??? Can it get any worse?

I can’t explain the mind of a writer to you, Jeremy. Especially the mind of a writer who has been through more devastation than most writers combined.

Colleen Hoover, Verity.

From the first scene, the first line, I knew it would be a long ride of spookiness. It says ‘I hear the crack of his skull before the splattering of the blood reaches me…’ The speaker is Lowen, a regular introverted writer, who just experiences a fatal accident which ruins her shirt, and who doesn’t know her life is about to take an intriguing turn, and that the accident would be the mildest of the weird things she would experience and read about, moving on.

The victim’s blood splatters all over her cloth and soils it, and she would have been clueless about her next move, about how to get a change of clothes, but for the timely intervention of a man who offers her his shirt. She wears it to the meeting she has with Coren, her literary agent, and coincidentally meets the man from earlier there. Apparently, he’s Jeremy Crawford, husband to the best selling author, Verity Crawford. Verity has been involved in some sort of accident, and her publishers need someone to continue writing the stories in her series, and that is where Lowen comes in handy.

I understand he made vows, but at what cost? His entire life? People get married, assuming they’ll live long, happy lives together. What happens when one of those is cut short, but the other is expected to live out those vows for the rest of their life?

Colleen Hoover, Verity.

They strike a deal, and Lowen moves in with the family to complete Verity’s series in her office. But there is an eerie feeling to the house, a mysterious energy that creeps Lowen out. Jeremy says they’re chronics, the Crawford family, people who suffer more misfortune than everyone else. Because just in the space of a few months, they lost their twin daughters, and Verity is involved in an accident. How many people have to live their lives experiencing such gruesome occurrences? But he’s trying to be strong anyway, for his invalid wife, and their only surviving kid, Crew.

You deserve to live a life where you have moments that have nothing to do with her and everything to do with you and what you want.

Colleen Hoover, Verity.

Everything would have gone as planned if Lowen doesn’t stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. She stumbles upon Verity’s autobiography manuscript and the content creeps her, and scares the shit out of me too, as I read. The deeper she digs into the book, the more she unravels every evil Verity has done, and the more she hates her. Verity writes about how obsessed she is about Jeremy and how she wants him all to herself. She doesn’t want to share his affection with anyone, not even their kids. So when the kids finally come, and he confesses he loves them more than anything, Verity loses her sanity to jealousy.

It’s odd how that didn’t make me jealous, but two infants could leave me seething. Maybe it was because the girls were currently in his life, but all his past hoes were just that… in the past.

Colleen Hoover, Verity.

But is the truth we know, really the truth? Is Verity really as evil as the autobiography paints her to be, or not? Everybody believes she’s an invalid who is brain dead and can’t even move her finger willingly. But Lowen begs to differ. With everything she reads about Verity and the things she sees, she knows how evil Verity is, and how she can hurt Jeremy and Crew if the real truth about her isn’t revealed. But will anyone believe her? Will Jeremy find out his wife’s real color?

Your writing is going to make you famous. Your mind is incredible. If I could fuck it, I would.

Colleen Hoover, Verity.

Saying I loved reading this book will truly be an understatement. It was maddeningly interesting that I found it difficult detaching myself from it after devouring the goodness that it is. I love the plot, how each scene reveals you to a new episode of a shocking experience. It keeps you at your toes, because you don’t know what to expect. It’s dark quite alright, but it’s an enjoyable kind of dark. The characters are all broken humans with tragic stories and traumas. And you don’t know who’s innocent and who isn’t, or who’s saying the truth and who isn’t. Or who is faking and who is real. I felt bad for the only infant in the mix of all the tragedies, little Crew, who is only five and who doesn’t deserve to witness such horrific events at such a young age. Also, Hoover doesn’t disappoint in writing some steamy explicit scenes. 🤭 The sex scenes in the book make it a perfect blend of sweet and sour, fear and relief, creepy and sensual. This book is a solid 5/5.

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