I can only sit amazed at how Shaw put so much into so few pages. Shaw nails this one on the head and hard. Rissa hears sounds coming from mirrors. When she starts seeing things in the mirror other than her reflection, the fear ramps up. Her husband doesn't believe her, at least not until he gets home and has to rescue his wife.
Now, I have a rather fertile and active imagination. I read, things get stuck in my head (either consciously or not) and pop back to the front of my mind later, usually at the worst time. This story has my nightmares written all over it. I didn't even finish the first chapter before I had to set it aside until earlier in the day. Nope. Not reading this one at night before bed.
Mirrors are portals. Don't look at me like that. Just nod your head and agree. Now, I won't go so far as to specifically identify what's on the other side of the mirror. I think that has to be done by each individual person. I just know that for me, they better stay on the other side. There's a reason I've never admitted this to anyone; I don't look good in white jackets with long sleeves. So. Shaw either has a direct link to my nightmares, or she's got one whale of an imagination. Doesn't much matter to me which it is. I have never had someone, all unknowing, so accurately describe them for all to read.
How's your imagination? I don't look at mirrors when I'm in a dark room. You may not either after reading this story. There's so much I want to say, and I can't without giving it all away. As for what's in her mirror? I just hope it never comes looking for me. It's more than a little eerie how she was able to tap into my nightmares like that. I was gifted a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. 5 stars
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