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by Lisa Scottoline

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"When reporter Ellen Gleeson gets a "Have You Seen This Child?" flyer in the mail, she almost throws it away. But something about it makes her look again, and her heart stops. The child in the photo looks exactly like her adopted son, Will. Could the child in the photo really be her son?" "Everything inside her tells her to deny the similarity between her son and the…  See more details below


"When reporter Ellen Gleeson gets a "Have You Seen This Child?" flyer in the mail, she almost throws it away. But something about it makes her look again, and her heart stops. The child in the photo looks exactly like her adopted son, Will. Could the child in the photo really be her son?" "Everything inside her tells her to deny the similarity between her son and the boy in the photo, because she knows her adoption was lawful. But she's a journalist and won't be able to stop thinking about the photo until she figures out the truth. And she can't shake the question: If Will rightfully belongs to someone else, should she keep him or give him up?" She investigates, uncovering clues no one was meant to discover, and when she digs too deep, she risks losing her life - and that of the son she loves.

Editorial Reviews

RT Book Reviews
Scottoline's best novel to date will have faithful fans and new readers singing her praises. Highly recommended.
The Washington Post
Her plots are as lean and swift as a scull on the Schuylkill River in her native Philadelphia.
James Patterson
Look Again, if I may be so bold, is probably Lisa Scottoline's best novel. It's honest and hugely emotional, with very real characters who you care about, and will remember long after you finish this terrific book.
Billie Bloebaum
There was something about this book that just sucked me in, especially on an emotional level...this is some of Lisa's finest work.
Joe Drabyak
A timely and topical thriller...that tugs at the heart at the same moments that it ratchets up the tension.
Geoffrey B. Jennings
A page-turner that challenges every aspect of motherhood. Lisa Scottoline's Look Again should appeal to fans of thrillers, romantic suspense, and provocative/issue novelists like Anita Shreve and Jodi Picoult.
Barbara Peters
[The book is] laced with tears and laughter as we witness the anguish, joy, terror, and resolve of a mother, under siege.
The Mystery Reader
The pace never lets up and Look Again is full of surprises. . . . Look Again is a guaranteed great time, not only for all longtime Scottoline readers but for newcomers who will definitely become fans.
If she hadn't looked at the picture, Betty Gleeson would have dropped the flyer in the waste paper basket. Instead, she stopped, transfixed: The missing boy in the photo looked identical to her adopted son. This seasoned reporter knew that Will's adoption had been totally aboveboard, but there was something that compelled her to pursue this eerie coincidence. In that moment, she made a decision that would thrust her into a hunt she can't abandon and a struggle she might not survive. Binding family ties; building suspense; sudden surprises.
Janice Harayda
Scottoline's writing hasn't acquired the paunch often found in thrillers by authors whose careers have reached the literary equivalent of middle age. Her plots are as lean and swift as a scull on the Schuylkill River in her native Philadelphia
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Single mother and journalist Ellen Gleeson is unsettled by a "Have You Seen This Child?" flyer that features a child disconcertingly similar to her adopted son. Curiosity compels her to investigate further, and as evidence spirals closer to the truth, Ellen's horror rises as she uncovers broken trails and untimely deaths that may or may not be related to her own situation. As skillful as Scottoline's thriller is, it is enhanced by Mary Stuart Masterson's performance. Her characterizations are distinct and evocative, her tone remains smooth, even while ratcheting up the tension and suspense. Listeners will be wholly absorbed by this moving story. A St. Martin's hardcover (Reviews, Feb. 16). (Apr.)

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Library Journal

If you received news that threatened your family, would you ignore it or devote yourself to proving it false? Pennsylvania reporter Ellen Gleeson is living an ordinary life with her son and cat until she receives a "Have You Seen This Child?" flyer in the mail. The boy photographed in the flyer bears a striking resemblance to her three-year-old adopted son, Will, and becomes an object of obsession for Ellen, shaking the very foundations of her family and propelling her into an investigation. Is Will really Timothy Braverman, missing since infancy? Ellen finds herself anticipating the worst as her quest for the truth progresses. In typical Scottoline (Daddy's Girl) fashion, a strong female fights for what she believes in, despite more than her share of obstacles. Scottoline's best novel to date will have faithful fans and new readers singing her praises. Highly recommended to all public libraries.
—Mary Todd Chesnut

Kirkus Reviews
Legal and illegal shenanigans take a back seat to mother love and its vicissitudes in Scottoline's barn-burning crossover novel about every adoptive mother's worst nightmare. Even though the escalating homicide count in Philadelphia includes more and more children and economic clouds portend layoffs at her newspaper, features reporter Ellen Gleeson has her own private store of sunshine: her three-year-old son Will, whom she fell in love with two years ago when a story about pediatric care brought her to his hospital bedside. Because Will had a heart defect and his mother couldn't care for him, she was willing to sign him over to a single mother, a decision Ellen has blessed every day of her life-until the day she sees a circular asking, "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD?" with the photograph of a boy whose resemblance to Will is uncanny. Timothy Braverman, abducted from his wealthy Florida parents, Carol and Bill, in a carjacking that went horribly wrong, hasn't been seen since. Despite her dread of confirming her fear that Will is Tim, Ellen can't help neglecting her job (with predictably dire professional results) to gather more information about him, partly because of her reporter's nose for a story, but mostly because she wants what's best for her son, no matter the cost. The trail leads her to a garage full of adoption folders, some unwelcome revelations about Will's birth mother and a tense game of hide-and-seek with the Bravermans as she realizes what a hornet's nest her questions have stirred up, and how determined someone is to make sure this is one story she doesn't break. Though the blood-and-thunder climax arrives a mite early, there's one final twist in reserve. Fans will spot thelast twist a mile away, but it doesn't matter. For once Scottoline subordinates the criminal plot to the human-interest story that rides sidesaddle in all her thrillers (Lady Killer, 2008, etc.), and the result is her best book yet. First printing of 500,000
The Dallas Morning News

Not many audios make you drive out of your way just to keep the disks turning. This is one: suspenseful, believable, thought-provoking and, yes, thrilling.
As part of People magazine's "Three Reasons to Plan That Road Trip"

Mary Stuart Masterson's precise diction builds suspense in this tale of a reporter investigating a missing-child case that may be linked to her own adopted son.
Deadly Pleasures

Ms. Masterson's... voicing of Will was perfect, and editor Marcello's voice was swoon worthy.

Well-known film star Masterson reads the heart-wrenching story with a quiet confidence that belies Ellen's struggles... The story deals with a gripping moral dilemma, and Masterson pulls listeners in quite masterfully.

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Look Again

By Lisa Scottoline

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Copyright © 2009 Lisa Scottoline
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-9161-2


Ellen Gleeson was unlocking her front door when something in the mail caught her attention. It was a white card with photos of missing children, and one of the little boys looked oddly like her son. She eyed the photo as she twisted her key in the lock, but the mechanism was jammed, probably because of the cold. Snow encrusted SUVs and swing sets, and the night sky was the color of frozen blueberries.

Ellen couldn't stop looking at the white card, which read HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD? The resemblance between the boy in the photo and her son was uncanny. They had the same wide-set eyes, smallish nose, and lopsided grin. Maybe it was the lighting on the porch. Her fixture had one of those bulbs that was supposed to repel bugs but only colored them yellow. She held the photo closer but came to the same conclusion. The boys could have been twins.

Weird, Ellen thought. Her son didn't have a twin. She had adopted him as an only child.

She jiggled the key in the lock, suddenly impatient. It had been a long day at work, and she was losing her grip on her purse, briefcase, the mail, and a bag of Chinese takeout. The aroma of barbecued spareribs wafted from the top, setting her stomach growling, and she twisted the key harder.

The lock finally gave way, the door swung open, and she dumped her stuff onto the side table and shed her coat, shivering happily in the warmth of her cozy living room. Lace curtains framed the windows behind a red-and-white-checked couch, and the walls were stenciled with cows and hearts, a cutesy touch she liked more than any reporter should. A plastic toy chest overflowed with plush animals, Spot board books, and Happy Meal figurines, decorating never seen in House & Garden.

"Mommy, look!" Will called out, running toward her with a paper in his hand. His bangs blew off his face, and Ellen flashed on the missing boy from the white card in the mail. The likeness startled her before it dissolved in a wave of love, powerful as blood.

"Hi, honey!" Ellen opened her arms as Will reached her knees, and she scooped him up, nuzzling him and breathing in the oaty smell of dry Cheerios and the faint almond scent of the Play-Doh sticking to his overalls.

"Eww, your nose is cold, Mommy."

"I know. It needs love."

Will giggled, squirming and waving the drawing. "Look what I made! It's for you!"

"Let's see." Ellen set him down and looked at his drawing, of a horse grazing under a tree. It was done in pencil and too good to be freehand. Will was no Picasso, and his go-to subject was trucks. "Wow, this is great! Thank you so much."

"Hey, Ellen," said the babysitter, Connie Mitchell, coming in from the kitchen with a welcoming smile. Connie was short and sweet, soft as a marshmallow in a white sweatshirt that read PENN STATE, which she wore with wide-leg jeans and slouchy Uggs. Her brown eyes were bracketed by crow's-feet and her chestnut ponytail was shot through with gray, but Connie had the enthusiasm, if not always the energy, of a teenager. She asked, "How was your day?"

"Crazy busy. How about you?"

"Just fine," Connie answered, which was only one of the reasons that Ellen counted her as a blessing. She'd had her share of babysitter drama, and there was no feeling worse than leaving your child with a sitter who wasn't speaking to you.

Will was waving his picture, still excited. "I drew it! All by myself!"

"He traced it from a coloring book," Connie said under her breath. She crossed to the coat closet and retrieved her parka.

"I drew it!" Will's forehead buckled into a frown.

"I know, and you did a great job." Ellen stroked his silky head. "How was swimming, Con?"

"Fine. Great." Connie put on her coat and flicked her ponytail out of the collar with a deft backhand. "He was a little fish." She got her brown purse and packed tote bag from the windowseat. "Will, tell Mommy how great you did without the kickboard."

Will pouted, a mood swing typical of toddlers and manic-depressives. Connie zipped up her coat. "Then we drew pictures, right? You told me Mommy liked horses."

"I drew it," Will said, cranky.

"I love my picture, sweetie." Ellen was hoping to stave off a kiddie meltdown, and she didn't blame him for it. He was plainly tired, and a lot was asked of three-year-olds these days. She asked Connie, "He didn't nap, did he?" "I put him down, but he didn't sleep."

"Too bad." Ellen hid her disappointment. If Will didn't nap, she wouldn't get any time with him before bed.

Connie bent down to him. "See ya later ..."

Will was supposed to say "alligator," but he didn't. His lower lip was already puckering.

"You wanna say good-bye?" Connie asked.

Will shook his head, his eyes averted and his arms loose at his sides. He wouldn't make it through a book tonight, and Ellen loved to read to him. Her mother would turn over in her grave if she knew Will was going to bed without a book.

"All right then, bye-bye," Connie said, but Will didn't respond, his head downcast. The babysitter touched his arm. "I love you, Will."

Ellen felt a twinge of jealousy, however unreasonable. "Thanks again," she said, and Connie left, letting in an icy blast of air. Then she closed and locked the door.

"I DREW IT!" Will dissolved into tears, and the drawing fluttered to the hardwood floor.

"Aw, baby. Let's have some dinner."

"All by myself!"

"Come here, sweetie." Ellen reached for him but her hand hit the bag of Chinese food, knocking it to the floor and scattering the mail. She righted it before the food spilled, and her gaze fell on the white card with the photo of the missing boy.


She picked up the bag of Chinese food and left the mail on the floor.

For the time being.


Ellen put Will to bed, did a load of laundry, then grabbed a fork, napkin, and a cardboard container of leftover Chinese. She took a seat at the dining-room table, and the cat sat at the other end, his amber eyes trained on her food and his tail tucked around his chubby body. He was all black except for a white stripe down the center of his face and white paws like cartoon gloves, and Will had picked him because he looked so much like Figaro from the Pinocchio DVD. They couldn't decide whether to name him Figaro or Oreo, so they'd gone with Oreo Figaro.

Ellen opened the container, forked chicken curry onto her plate, then dumped out the leftover rice, which came out in a solid rectangle, like sand packed in a toy pail. She broke it up with her fork and caught sight of the Coffmans, her neighbors across the shared driveway, doing their homework at their dining-room table. The Coffman boys were tall and strong, both lacrosse players at Lower Merion, and Ellen wondered if Will would play a sport in high school. There had been a time when she couldn't imagine him healthy, much less wielding a lacrosse stick.

She ate a piece of chicken, gooey with bright yellow curry, which was still warmish. It hit the spot, and she pulled over the mail, sorted out the bills, and set them aside. It wasn't the end of the month, so she didn't have to deal with them yet. She ate another bite and was about to daydream her way through the Tiffany catalog when her gaze fell on the white card. She paused in midbite and picked it up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD? At the bottom it read, American Center for Missing and Abducted Children (ACMAC).

Ellen set her fork down and eyed the photo of the missing boy again. There was no blaming the lighting this time. Her dining room had a colonial brass candelabra that hung from the ceiling, and in its bright light, the boy in the photo looked even more like Will. It was a black-and-white photo, so she couldn't tell if they had the same eye color. She read the caption under the photo:

Name: Timothy Braverman

Resides: Miami, Florida

DOB: 1/19/05

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blond

Stranger Abduction: 1/24/06 *

She blinked. They both had blue eyes and blond hair. They were even about the same age, three years old. Will had just turned three on January 30. She examined the photo, parsing the features of the missing boy. The similarity started with his eyes, which were a generous distance apart, and the shape, which was roundish. They both had small noses and shared a grin that was identically lopsided, turning down on the right side. Most of all, there was a likeness in their aspect, the steady, level way that they looked at the world.

Very weird, Ellen thought.

She reread the caption, noticed the asterisk, and checked the bottom of the card. It read "Timothy Braverman, Shown Age-Progressed to Three Years Old." She stumbled over the meaning of "age-progressed," then it registered. The picture of Timothy Braverman wasn't a current photo, though it looked like one. It was an approximation of how the boy would look right now, a projection done by computer or artist. The thought eased her, unaccountably, and she remembered the day she'd met Will.

She'd been doing a story on nurses in the pediatric cardiac intensive care unit at Dupont Hospital in Wilmington, and Will was in the CICU being treated for a ventricular septal defect, a hole in his septum. He lay at the end of the sunny unit, a tiny boy in a diaper, in an institutional crib with high white bars. He was undersized, failing to thrive, and it made his head a bobblehead doll's on a bony frame. His large blue eyes were his most prominent feature, and he took in everything around him, except people. He never made or held eye contact with anyone, which Ellen later learned could be a sign of neglect, and his was the only crib with no plush toys or colorful mobiles attached to the bars.

He was between heart operations when she first saw him — the first procedure was to patch the hole with a Dacron graft, and the second to repair the graft when one of the stitches came loose — and he lay silently, never crying or whimpering, surrounded by monitors that relayed his vital signs to the nurses in glowing red, green, and blue numbers. So many tubes led to him that he appeared to be tethered; an oxygen tube was taped in place under his nose, a feeding tube disappeared into a nostril, and a clear tube popped grotesquely from the center of his naked chest, emptying fluids into a plastic canister. His IV snaked to his hand, where it ended, adhesive-taped to a board and topped by half of a plastic cup, jury-rigged to make sure he didn't pull it free. Unlike the other babies, Will never tried.

Ellen kept doing research for the story and found herself visiting Will more frequently than necessary. The story became a series, and the angle changed from the nurses to the babies, among them, Will. But amid the cooing, gurgling, and crying babies, it was the silent one who held her attention. She wasn't allowed to approach his crib because of CICU regulations, but she would watch him from a short distance, though he always looked away at the blank white wall. Then one morning, his eyes found her, locking in and latching on, their blue as deep as the sea. They shifted away, but after that stayed on her longer and longer, connecting with her in a way she began to sense was heart to heart. Later, when everyone asked why she'd wanted to adopt him, she would answer:

It was the way he looked at me.

Will never had any visitors, and one of the mothers, who had a baby girl awaiting a heart transplant, told Ellen that his mother was a young girl, unwed, who hadn't even seen him after his first operation. Ellen followed up with his caseworker, who investigated and told her that adoption was a possibility, and she'd gone home that night, elated and unable to sleep. She'd been elated ever since, and in the past two years had come to realize that even though Will wasn't born to her, she was born to be his mother.

Her gaze fell again on the white card, and she set it aside, feeling a pang of sympathy for the Braverman family. She couldn't imagine how any parent lived through such an ordeal, or how she would cope if someone kidnapped Will. A few years ago, she'd done a piece in which a father had kidnapped his children after a custody dispute, and she toyed with the idea of calling the mother, Susan Sulaman, and doing a follow-up. She had to keep the story ideas coming if she wanted to keep her job, and it would give her an excuse to meet with her new editor, Marcelo Cardoso, a sexy Brazilian who'd come to the paper a year ago, having left behind the L.A. Times and a model girlfriend. Maybe a single mother would make a nice change, and if he'd seen enough of the fast lane, she could show him the checkout lane.

Ellen felt a smile spread across her face, which was embarrassing even though the only witness was a cat. She used to think she was too smart to crush on her boss, but Marcelo was Antonio Banderas with a journalism degree. And it had been too long since the man in her life was older than three. Her old boyfriend had told her she was a "handful," but Marcelo could handle a handful. And a handful was the only woman worth handling.

She scraped curry from a few chicken pieces and slid her plate over to Oreo Figaro, who ate with a loud purr, his tail bent at the tip like a crochet needle. She waited for him to finish, then cleaned up the table, put the bills in a wicker basket, and threw away the junk mail, including the white card with the missing children. It slid into the plastic kitchen bag, and the picture of Timothy Braverman stared at her with that preternatural gaze.

"You're a dweller," she heard her mother say, as surely as if she'd been standing there. But Ellen believed that all women were dwellers. It came with the ovaries.

She closed the cabinet door and put the white card out of her mind. She loaded the dishwasher, pushed the Start button, and counted her blessings again. Butcher-block counters, white cabinets with glass fronts, and a hand-painted backsplash with painted wildflowers, matching walls of pinkish white. It was a girl kitchen, down to the name of the wall color — Cinderella. Though there was no Prince Charming in sight.

She performed her final chores, locking the back door and retrieving the used coffee filter from the coffeemaker. She opened the base cabinet and started to throw the grinds away, but Timothy Braverman looked back at her, unsettling her all over again.

On impulse, she rescued the white card from the trash and slipped it into her jeans pocket.


The alarm went off at six fifteen, and Ellen got out of bed in the dark, staggered in bare feet onto the cold tiles of the bathroom, and hit the shower, letting the hot water wake her. Even people who counted their blessings never counted them in the morning. For one thing, there wasn't time.

She finished dressing by seven so she could get Will up and dressed before preschool, which started at eight thirty. Connie would arrive at seven thirty to feed and take him, and Ellen would hand Will to her on the fly, like a domestic relay. Mothers ran this race every morning, and they deserved the gold medal in the most important event of all — life.

"Honey?" Ellen switched on the Babar lamp, but Will was sleeping soundly, his mouth partway open. His breathing sounded congested, and when she stroked his forehead, it felt hot to the touch. She told herself not to worry, but once you've had a sick kid, you hold your breath forever.

"Will?" she whispered, but was already wondering if she should send him to preschool. A crust had formed around his nostrils, and his cheek looked pale in the soft light from the lamp. His nose was a ski slope that was the beginner version of hers, and people often mistook him for her biological child, which she liked more than she should. She found herself wondering if Timothy Braverman looked like his mother, too.

She touched Will's arm, and when he didn't move, decided not to send him to school. Perspective was in order, and construction-paper snowflakes could wait another day. She didn't kiss him because she didn't want to wake him and instead patted Oreo Figaro, sleeping at the foot of the bed, curled into a Mallomar. She switched off the lamp, tiptoed from the bedroom, and went back to her room, to use the extra fifteen minutes.


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Look Again 4.1 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 886 reviews.
NurseKelley More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed everything about this book. Ellen Gleeson is a journalist who, while writing a series on a sickly, abandoned infant in a hospital, falls in love with the child and adopts it. A few happy years later, she glances at a postcard of missing children and notices that it looks strikingly like her son. She decides to investigate and soon finds, to her horror, that she had adopted a kidnapped child, and the kidnapper will do anything to keep it a secret, including murdering anyone who knows anything about it. The book has many unexpected turns, especially the reason the child was kidnapped in the first place. As a mother of young children, I completely identified with the torment that Ellen was facing when she realized she could lose her beloved son. I thought the book couldn't get any better as the last chapter ended, until the epilogue! Couldn't have ended any better! I would highly recommend. I have added this book to my favorites, as well as this author. The plot was very original and the writing superb.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a thrill a minute. I could not put this book down and read the entire story in 1 day. Lisa jumps right in to the story and keeps things moving, one exciting turn after another. I immediately went online to find out what else she had available. I am so glad I found her!
Carspar289 More than 1 year ago
this was a book club choice for my book club. very nice writing style, enthralling, keeps you guessing. great ending. highly recommend this book to everyone.
soccermama More than 1 year ago
I took this book out in one morning to start while eating breakfast and couldn't stop reading. I finished the book at 1:30 am the next day and it only took that long because I had to put it down in order to go out and do a few things with my children. This book is one of those that you wouldcall "unputdownable" not that such a word exists but that what it was like with all the action in it.
1louise1 More than 1 year ago
Reporter, Ellen is raising her adopted son, Will, by herself. She comes across a flyer, "Have you seen this child?" Her heart almost stops as it looks an awful lot like her son. Death, murder, and questions that need answering lead to great suspense, action and lots of drama!! Loved it!!! Also loved these..EXPLOSION IN PARIS, NOT MY DAUGHTER.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The author knows exactly how to end one chapter to make the reader want to read "just one more" before putting the book down. I read this book in three sittings, wanting to do it in one. It has you right from chapter one through to the last page! You almost "feel" how it's going to end, but getting to that point keeps you craving for more. It makes you wonder about the whole adoption process and if something like this could really happen.
Pandora_sexy More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by this author so I did not know what to expect but I actually loved it. The story line kept me interested in finding out what would happen next. I also liked that there were several twist at the end so it was not a typicl ending that you could predict. After finishing this book, I went out and bought another book by this author. Hopefully it will be as good as this first!!
BolivarJ More than 1 year ago
"Ellen Gleeson was unlocking he front door when something in the mail caught her attention. It was a white card with photos of missing children, and one of the little boys looked oddly like her adopted son. Ellen couldn't stop looking at the white card which read HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CHILD? Could the child in the photo really be her son?" Chapter 1, Page1 Look Again by Lisa Scottoline reminds me of those movies, where you could just watch the preview, and wish you knew that was the best part of the movie. The main plot of the book is given away in the inside jacket, dealing with Ellen's worst nightmare as she discovers her adopted child may be one of the missing kids. The book starts with a BANG getting into the plot right away from the first paragraph, and soon dissolves into 243 pages of slow motion and leaving the best part of the book with less than a hundred pages. Having said that, and being fair to the author, Look Again, it is in fact a heartpounding thriller dealing with a mother's love for her child, and the moral dilemma of what would we do if we were Ellen Gleeson. The plot of the book is original however, it has too many distractions, and the ending even though is not as predictable as I thought, it is too much of a happy ending for the story to be credible. I found the characters of this book too vague, there is no supporting character. Even Ellen, the main character, there was no background of her. We know she is a journalist, and as a her professional background goes, we are only given a previous story of her adoption, still readers are not given a reason to like her. Her character wasn't developed enough, the only thing readers are given is her love for her child, Her love connection to her son is not impressive. Put in her own words, it feels like her bedtime story to her son " I'm a mommy who needs a baby, and he's a baby who needs a mommy, I wish that little boy could be mine". But other than than the book ends, and we still don't know who her real character is. And why? Mrs. Scottoline would you name a cat "Oreo Figaro?" I found the book to be original, it has a few surprises and Scottoline's research is magnificent. The title was excellent. However, the chapters' format of the book is horrible. I believe one to two page chapters are distracting to readers, and if the writer does it, the book has to be a page turner. Look Again was not.
cdotson More than 1 year ago
Look Again is a very suspensful and emotional read. The words just flowed throughout the whole book. It's very hard to put down because you can't wait to see what happens next. It just illustrates the tight and emotional bond a Mother and child experience in life. Lisa Scottoline is awesome! She really knows how to lure you into a book!
Esther Elliott More than 1 year ago
It took a while to get to the suspence, but when it got going, it was great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love the writing style of Lisa Scottoline! None of this "back and forth" that a lot of the current authors use. Her novels are straight forward! Good reading.
Neighner More than 1 year ago
This book will touch any mother's heart. I think it reminds me of Jodi Picoult's books minus the big courtroom part.
dianabart More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Read the whole thing in less than a day cause I could not put it down. It waw excellend
Avid_Reader_TC More than 1 year ago
What a writer, I just couldn't put it down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this book. The ended was a little strange though.
ReadingFrenzyKM More than 1 year ago
This was difficult to put down. A page turner to be sure! So glad I added it to my library! Good till the last page!
Kathleen Knobloch More than 1 year ago
I was so happy and shocked with the ending after shedding many tears! I just couldn't put it down in anticipation of what the ending would be.....A must read!!!
bearkram More than 1 year ago
this book was fantastic....she had me so entralled i felt like it was a non fiction at first.....then the story got even better adding plenty of twists and turns.
Toodlepuss More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It was suspenseful, very moving. I cried my eyes out in a couple of parts. The ending was not what I expected. I loved it, and hated it at the same time. I hate to hear about babies/children getting hurt. I highly recommend this book!
ConniePA More than 1 year ago
This was a nice easy 'beach read'. I recommend it for that. I actually bought it for my daughter & daughter-in-law to read. I really expected it to be a "chick flick" type of book with the child having to go back to his parents. I did not expect the twist that it did. Overall a pretty easy read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I totally loved this book. It's believable from beginning to end. It had me smiling in some parts and crying in the rest. I couldn't put it down or quit talking about it when I wasn't reading. Loved all the twists and turns it took as you were reading it. Totally unpredictable till the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Would not have been able to predict that ending. Great book. This was my first book I have read by Lisa Scottoline and I totally recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book in 2 days -- couldn't put it down. Good story line. I would recommend it to women. Don't think men would enjoy it as much as women.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was very fast paced and kept me right on the edge of my seat the whole time. I felt like I was right there in the middle of it. I love stories with this thriller aspect. Very well done and exciting. If you like authors who can surprise you, you will love Lisa Scottoline...and a few more favorites that will also get your blood flowing are below.
KBinPA More than 1 year ago
This is the first book I've read by Lisa Scottoline. It won't be my last. I loved it. Maybe because I'm from Pennsylvania, my husband is in the media, we are adoptive parents...but this novel touched my soul. I couldn't put it down. I stayed up all night reading. Thank you for this treasure.