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With a fiercely original heroine and a plot that will keep you guessing until the very last page, Carla Norton's The Edge of Normal is an "impressive mystery...with psychological depth (Booklist, starred review)" that no reader will soon forget.

In many ways, Reeve LeClaire seems like a typical twenty-something woman: She has her own

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With a fiercely original heroine and a plot that will keep you guessing until the very last page, Carla Norton's The Edge of Normal is an "impressive mystery...with psychological depth (Booklist, starred review)" that no reader will soon forget.

In many ways, Reeve LeClaire seems like a typical twenty-something woman: She has her own place in San Francisco, waitresses to pay the bills, and lives a pleasant, structured life. But Reeve is anything but normal. Ten years ago, she was kidnapped and held captive for four years. Her lucky escape made headlines-and since then, she's managed to rebuild her life, thanks in part to her brilliant psychiatrist, Ezra Lerner.

"A nail-biter." -People

An expert in captivity syndromes, Dr. Lerner asks Reeve to help a young girl, Tilly, who has suffered a similar ordeal. But soon everything Reeve has worked so hard to achieve-independence, anonymity, a normal life-comes crashing down. As she tries to help Tilly, she finds herself involved in a deadly game of cat-and-mouse with a ruthless predator who always manages to be one step ahead of her. . . and is watching her every move. . .

"A perfect blend of literary style, psychological insight, and edge-of-the-seat thriller."-Jeffery Deaver

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
True crime writer Norton (Perfect Victim) makes her first foray into fiction with a compelling—and timely—story about a woman kidnapped when she was 12 and held for four years. Now 22 and living in San Francisco, Reeve LeClaire depends on strict routines and sessions with compassionate therapist Ezra Lerner, an authority on “captivity syndrome.” Now Dr. Lerner needs Reeve’s help in treating Tilly Cavanaugh, a 13-year-old found a year after her kidnapping in Jefferson City, Calif. Reeve, a self-educated expert on longtime captivity, knows exactly how Tilly feels. But Reeve’s kidnapper was caught. Tilly’s abductor is not only still at large but also connected to the Jefferson City police. Norton skillfully keeps the suspense taut with myriad surprises while giving a tender look at victims whose ordeals are rehashed by lawyers, the media, and pop psychologists. Reeve’s realistic maturation into a woman who refuses to remain a victim adds to the intriguing story. 100,000-copy first printing. Agent, Liza Dawson, Liza Dawson Associates. (Sept.)
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“With crisp prose, deep insight, and a gift for pacing, Carla Norton has brought all her authority and talents to bear in The Edge of Normal. It's a thrilling read that will stay with you long after you turn the last page.” —Lisa Unger

“A heart-pounding thrill ride that had me holding my breath to the very end. With a compelling, tough-as-nails heroine and a truly terrifying villain, this is a book you won't soon forget.” —Chevy Stevens

“True-crime author Norton delivers an impressive mystery debut with a subject that leaps from the headlines…Norton has created a page-turner with well-developed characters, a truly horrible villain, and the psychological depth of Jonathan Kellerman at his best.” —Booklist (starred review)

“Norton has written a nail-biter, but it's Reeve's complicated courage that lingers.” —People

“Carla Norton's debut is a fast-paced novel of psychological suspense. The Edge of Normal is a perfect blend of literary style, psychological insight, and edge-of- the-seat thriller.” —Jeffery Deaver

“True crime writer Norton (Perfect Victim) makes her first foray into fiction with a compelling--and timely--story about a woman kidnapped when she was 12 and held for four years…Norton skillfully keeps the suspense taut with myriad surprises while giving a tender look at victims whose ordeals are rehashed by lawyers, the media, and pop psychologists…[An] intriguing story.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Norton's deep background in true crime coverage…informs her fiction. The revolving points of view she uses keep the plot steadily building to the kind of page-turning suspense that makes a true thriller.” —New York Journal of Books

“Told with lyrical intensity and convincing authority, The Edge of Normal is a terrifying trip into a world of pure evil. Carla Norton introduces a spectacularly flawed heroine in Reeve LeClaire -- a young woman confronting the specter of her horrific past and becoming the target of a psychopath so foul the ink practically rises from the page in an attempt to stop him. Guaranteed to keep you up at night." --Karen Engelmann "This debut thriller by the bestselling author of Perfect Victim features a suspenseful storyline that realistically mirrors recent news headlines of captivity and sadism. Winner of a Royal Palm Literary Award for best unpublished mystery, this nail-bitingly delicious tale will be a treat for psychological thriller fans.” —Library Journal (starred review)

“Told with exceptional insight and a Hitchcock-like capacity for suspense, it shows Norton could become one of the finest female thriller writers of her generation.” —The Daily Mail

Library Journal
Regina LeClaire finally settles into a routine life after surviving four teenage years with a sadistic abductor, followed by six years of therapy. To reinvent herself and maintain her anonymity, she alters her looks and changes her first name to Reeve. Her calm existence disappears when a young girl named Tilly Cavanaugh is freed from a similar captivity and the media is again bombarded with stories of Reeve's abduction. The connection between the two girls takes a personal turn when Reeve is asked to serve as Tilly's mentor while she recuperates from her ordeal. As their friendship develops, Tilly discloses secrets that she has not shared with her parents or law enforcement. Armed with secret evidence she has promised not to divulge, Reeve becomes immersed in the case. She embarks on a personal quest to identify and locate the merciless madman who tortured Tilly and may also be linked to two unsolved kidnappings. VERDICT This debut thriller by the best-selling author of Perfect Victim: The True Story of the Girl in the Box features a suspenseful story line that realistically mirrors recent news headlines of captivity and sadism. Winner of a Royal Palm Literary Award for best unpublished mystery, this nail-bitingly delicious tale will be a treat for psychological thriller fans. [See Prepub Alert, 3/11/13; other forthcoming titles that deal with this same theme of captivity includes Koethi Zan's The Never List and James Sallis's Others of My Kind.—Ed.]—Mary Todd Chesnut, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781410465566
Publisher:
Gale Group
Publication date:
02/26/2014
Edition description:
Large Print
Pages:
533
Product dimensions:
5.80(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.20(d)

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The Edge of Normal

A Novel


By Carla Norton

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Carla Norton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-03105-1


CHAPTER 1

San Francisco, California Tuesday Before Thanksgiving


Tuesdays are always a test, and getting to his office is the hard part, but twenty-two-year-old Reeve LeClaire has never told her psychiatrist about her route. It begins with a short walk to the Ferry Building, where she routinely orders a hot chocolate and carries it outside, sipping its sweetness while watching the ferries emerge from the fog. The boats come from Vallejo and Larkspur and Sausalito, trailing white foam and flocks of gulls before stopping to off-load a morning rush of commuters.

When the sun breaks through the fog, Reeve turns her face to it, shuts her eyes, and savors the red heat on her eyelids.

No one notices her in the flow of the crowd, and she feels almost smug about her anonymity. She's hardly recognizable as the schoolgirl pictured in the "Missing" posters, or the pasty waif heralded in the tabloids. Though still on the small side, she has grown an inch and gained sixteen pounds. Her teeth are fixed. She is clean and smooth and has plucked her eyebrows to precise arcs.

Her hair has grown back so nicely that it's almost a source of pride. She often changes its color to black or blond or, today, maroon. She wears it neatly cut, feathered, and always long enough to cover the scars that remain visible on the back of her neck.

When the clock tower begins its 9:00 A.M. chime, Reeve shoulders her bag. By the time its elaborate music is finished and it's pealing seven ... eight ... nine, she is out of the Ferry Building and crossing onto Market Street. The street vendors and musicians are too busy to bother her. But the farther she makes herself walk down this street, the more cautious she must become.

She sets her jaw. Here comes the wooly-faced man with the tarp-covered cart. He's always here, hustling the corner by the bank, but she forces herself to look straight ahead as she hurries down the sidewalk, skin prickling.

Next comes the BART station, with its gauntlet of grubby people. She veers around them and comes face-to-face with the tall man in the smeared raincoat. She holds her breath and charges onward as he barks, "God bless you!" at her back.

She squares her shoulders. She's doing fine. Two more blocks and then she's nearly there. She feels the air on her face. Her legs are strong and she walks with purpose.

As she passes the sidewalk café, a handsome young waiter catches her eye and smiles, but she looks away. Why would she trust guys who pretend she's pretty? She knows very well that she is not, with her crooked nose and pointy chin.

She looks down at the sidewalk and follows the feet walking in front of her, then glances up and sees the safety of the Hobart Building, where the guard makes every visitor sign in. She waits at the crosswalk, balanced on the balls of her feet, watching traffic, scanning the last dangerous stretch. The light changes and she hurries across the intersection. The moment she reaches the other side, the filthy man in the wheelchair rolls into view.

Reeve stops, feeling her chest knot. She considers crossing back to the other side of the street and approaching the building from the far corner, by the flower stand. But the man is looking the other way. If he just keeps rolling forward, Reeve can slip past behind him, unseen.

She calculates, takes a breath, and hurries toward the building's entrance. She is twenty feet away ... ten ... five ... when the man in the rolling chair works his wheels and pivots. His eyes blaze. His whiskers jut out like wire.

Reeve jumps back, swallows, and charges past him into the building, where she stops in the cool lobby to catch her breath. Next, she confronts the elevator. It's so old and small that it feels cramped with just three people. She knows she could do it; she has done so in the past. But not today. She opts for the stairs.

The waiting area of Dr. Ezra Lerner's office is always scented with citrus, and she is relieved to arrive early so she can enjoy the fragrance and cool down after climbing nine flights. She nods at the receptionist, a pleasant woman with a Cupid's-bow mouth, and slides into her favorite chair.

The walls are pale jade, and a white orchid blooms from a cobalt-colored pot on the coffee table. She picks up the latest copy of The New Yorker and flips through, looking at photos and reading cartoons. Sometimes she gets all of them, but today they seem obscure. She studies them for meaning and chides herself for not following the news.

At exactly 9:30, the receptionist says, "Miss, Dr. Lerner will see you now."

Patient privacy is strict office etiquette, another reason Reeve feels safe here. The receptionist never calls out her name, even if no one else is in the waiting room. Only her family, a few people in law enforcement, and Dr. Lerner know that Regina Victoria LeClaire, the girl who was kidnapped at age twelve and held captive for nearly four years, has legally changed her name.

She is no longer "Edgy Reggie," the feral girl who responded to media attention by whacking down cameras. She now thinks of herself as agile, not skittish. As serious, not grim. She has transformed into a composed young woman who is living a pleasant, structured life. She even has a job.

As Reeve replaces the magazine beside the orchid and stands, the office phone rings, which is slightly unusual, and as she walks down the carpeted hallway to Dr. Lerner's door, she hears the receptionist's bright greeting fade to a darker tone: "Oh no. ... Oh no ... Yes, of course, but the doctor has a patient and ..." Reeve puts her hand on the doorknob and pauses to listen, but Dr. Lerner swings open his door, saying, "Reeve, always so good to see you."

Dr. Ezra Lerner perhaps looks too young to be an expert of any kind, but he is in fact a leading authority on captivity syndromes, which is why Reeve's father first contacted him. He has the taut, compact physique of a gymnast. His face is clean shaven, his eyes observant. His little dog, a shaggy mutt named Bitsy, stands beside him, wagging her tail and looking up at Reeve with canine adoration.

Reeve stoops to scratch Bitsy's head. "It's good to see you, too."

She crosses the small room to take her usual seat on the sofa, pats the cushion, and Bitsy jumps up beside her.

Dr. Lerner settles into his chair, watching her, and asks how she's sleeping. He always asks this.

"Nothing to report. No bad dreams. No panic attacks. I haven't had a nightmare in so long, I'm starting to feel boring."

Almost normal, she thinks, though that's a term that Dr. Lerner would never use. During the early stages, she met with him for hours at a time. Then three times a week. Then twice a week. And now only on Tuesdays, a measure of her progress.

He asks a few questions about her new job, and with a slight smile, she retrieves a sheet of folded notepaper from her pocket. "Homework," she volunteers, waving the paper. "Right here."

She unfolds it, saying, "I thought about the reasons I like working at the restaurant. And even though it's only part-time, it's a pretty long list." She glances up, adding, "A good thing, but I'll try to keep it brief."

A smile flickers across Dr. Lerner's face an instant before his cell phone pings a muted note and his smile fades. "I'm very sorry, Reeve. Please excuse me a second," he says, checking the screen.

She stiffens. Dr. Lerner has never allowed himself to be distracted during their sessions before. "Is it an emergency?" He scowls at the phone, shakes his head, and sets it on the corner of his desk. "I'm sorry, Reeve. Please continue."

"But do you need —"

"No, no, it can wait." He takes a breath, bringing his gaze up to hers. "You were telling me about the restaurant."

She hesitates.

"You were afraid you wouldn't like it," he prompts.

"Um, right. But just the opposite. And part of the reason I like it so much, I think, is that it has no emotional baggage."

"Ah. Meaning what, exactly?"

"Well, Japanese food is a long way from cold pizza and warm soda." She smirks, dimpling one cheek.

"That's a good realization on your part. What else?"

Holding the list in her right hand and stroking Bitsy with her damaged left hand, she tells him about the pleasure she takes in the simple formality of the Japanese, the ritual of bowing, the fresh clean smell of green tea. "And I'm learning the language," she adds.

"Excellent. It's a tough language." He steeples his fingers. "You were good at languages in high school, weren't you?"

She shoots him a cross look. "You're not going to start bugging me about college now, are you?"

"College?"

Rolling her eyes, she continues, "Anyway, on the topic of my homework, I've realized that sounds really affect me. You know, maybe after so much silence." She has written, Dr. Lerner's voice is smooth as caramel, but doesn't say this, and now recalls how his tone sharpened when he testified in court, how everyone sat forward, watching as a strange intensity rose off him like heat.

"Yes? What kinds of sounds?"

"For instance, Takami-san has this very soft voice, almost a whisper. And the sushi chef's knife clicks on the cutting board. And the music in the restaurant is almost Zen-like. Instrumentals, you know. No insipid lyrics."

"You enjoy it? That's progress."

She'd had trouble with music for years, complaining that it all sounded like noise to her. Dr. Lerner had suggested that she was suffering from anhedonia, the inability to experience pleasure.

She strokes Bitsy's head. "Now you're going to ask me about Thanksgiving."

"Right, good. You're having dinner with your family, aren't you? Any anxieties about that?"

She shakes her head, leans back, and tells him about her father's new live-in girlfriend. "She's going to cook Thanksgiving dinner, which will certainly give us all something to be thankful for."

Dr. Lerner is nodding and commenting as usual when his cell phone pings again. His gaze flickers to the phone and back. "I apologize again, Reeve. Please excuse me a moment." He picks up the phone, studies it, then glances toward the door.

She rocks forward, unsettling Bitsy. "Seriously, don't you need to answer that?"

His brow creases as he shoots another look at the door. "Not just yet."

"Are you sure?"

Reeve can't help but notice his pained expression as he sets the phone aside. She wonders if hostages have been released somewhere in Mexico or Iran, and again chides herself for not following the news.

CHAPTER 2

Jefferson City, California


Otis Poe's size helps him. He sits a foot taller than any of these interlopers. One newscaster after another tries to edge him aside — here's that skinny bitch from Sacramento, that flashy dude from CNN — but no out-of-towner is going to claim his turf.

He owns this story.

Poe has been working it since the first day of the first kidnapping. He has written dozens of articles and countless blogs. These newcomers can shuffle and bump all they want, but damned if he'll give an inch.

He got here early, like he always does. He claimed a seat in the very first row. But word has leaked out. News vans are parking out front, satellite dishes are sprouting like mushrooms, and all kinds of news-people are clamoring for a spot.

Some of them recognize him, of course. His shaved head, roughly the shape and color of baked bread, is hard to miss, especially in this small, vanilla community. A few reporters shake his hand and try to pump him for information, but he just chills. Poe has been sniffing out leads and covering news for The Jefferson Express for nearly seven years. He has earned his connections. And if these leeches want any news from him, they can buy a copy of the paper. Or better yet, read his blog.

The decibel level climbs as spectators crowd in and sidle along the rows of pew-like benches, wedging themselves into any available seat. The room would be plenty large for the usual press conference, but it's ill- equipped for this growing mob.

The bailiff turns away stragglers and shuts the doors. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, and Poe keeps his ears open, ready to jot down anything new as opinions are shared and rumors embellished all around him. Uniformed deputies and police officers file in and stand behind the podium, and Poe sits forward to watch a feminine officer who always reminds him of his curly-haired high school sweetheart. She looks pensive, talking with that muscle-bound FBI agent.

Poe smirks. He'd heard the FBI was back in town.

Three times Poe has watched federal agents charge up to Jefferson, hoping to be heroes. They arrive with speed and gravitas, but then slowly drift away. Because everyone knows that a child missing more than forty-eight hours is rarely saved. And Poe figures that the FBI doesn't like to wait around while days turn to weeks and months, that they don't like taking the blame for finding only decomposed remains.

Now that the story has changed, this steroid-infused agent and his buddies have made the long trek up from the Sacramento field office so they can help themselves to a big slice of glory pie.

Hypocrites.

Sheriff Mike Garcia, a stout man in cowboy boots, finally enters from a side room. Heads turn and the room quiets as the sheriff approaches the podium. Pens are poised, cameras are focused, lights glare, and the temperature rises. The sheriff adjusts his steel-rimmed glasses, bends toward the microphone, tests for sound. Television reporters cue technicians. News feeds are opened as Sheriff Garcia makes introductory remarks, acknowledging various civilians and law enforcement officers. At last, he stands tall and gets down to business, declaring, "It is my pleasure to announce to you today that thirteen-year-old Tilly Cavanaugh, who was kidnapped in October of last year, has been found alive and —"

A collective gasp surges through the room.

Louder, the sheriff continues, "Tilly Cavanaugh was rescued early yesterday from a locked basement in a residence on the outskirts of Jefferson County."

The crowd murmurs, but Otis Poe yawns. He already knows the address, a remote place west of town on Tevis Ranch Road. He drove all the way out there and was taking pictures at dawn.

"She was found alive," the sheriff is saying, "and was taken to St. Jude's Hospital, where, after a full medical examination and necessary treatment, she was declared in good enough health to be reunited with her family."

The crowd ripples with excitement. "Have you arrested someone?" a man yells, and reporters start barking questions.

"Quiet, please!" The sheriff's voice cuts through the hollering. "Hold your questions. Please let me finish." He glares from wall to wall and the crowd goes still.

"A suspect in the abduction of Tilly Cavanaugh has been arrested," he continues, and the room seems to collectively hold its breath, waiting for the name of the man they are all poised to hate.

The sheriff grips the podium. "Thirty-five-year-old Randy Vanderholt, a janitor at Three Rivers Mall, was taken into custody, and —"

"Hang him!" someone bellows.

"Shoot the pervert!" another agrees.

The sheriff scowls. "Quiet down, please. This investigation is at a preliminary stage. I'll have only limited comments today, but would like to outline some of the facts leading up to Tilly Cavanaugh's rescue."

"Please do," Otis Poe mutters under his breath. He posted this same news on his blog hours ago. Now he's on deadline, and his usual sources have come up short, so he's itching to hear something new. Ace detective work. Astute deductions. Eyewitness accounts, or perhaps overheard screams. Something dramatic.

"Will the family be speaking today?" a reporter calls out.

The sheriff ignores the question and gestures to his right, saying, "At this point, I'd like to turn the microphone over to Lieutenant Paul Stephens, who heads up the Joint Special Operations Task Force."

Poe sits forward and jots down: Lt. Stephens,JSOTF gets the credit?

A tall, reedy man approaches the microphone. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, but Lieutenant Stephens speaks in a deep, resonant voice: "Early yesterday morning, we received a call regarding possible evidence in a vacant house."

Poe's eyebrows rise. He has seen the house on Tevis Ranch Road himself, with the blinds open, the furnished interior exposed. He clicks his pen and writes: What vacant house? A 2nd address?


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author


CARLA NORTON is the coauthor of the #1 New York Times bestseller Perfect Victim, which the FBI put on its Behavioral Sciences Unit reading list. She served as the special sections editor for the San Jose Mercury News and has written for numerous publications. She has an MFA from Goddard College and has twice served as a judge for the Edgar Awards. The Edge of Normal, which won a Royal Palm Literary Award for best unpublished mystery, is her first novel. She lives in California and Florida.

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The Edge of Normal: A Novel 4.5 out of 5 based on 5 ratings. 26 reviews.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Can anyone ever be “normal” after having lived through almost four years of isolation, abuse and torture at the twisted hands of a monster? Reeve LeClaire was kidnapped as a child and even after years of therapy is still unable to feel comfortable in the “normal” world. Relationships are beyond her, the ability to hold a job is beyond her, but the nightmares still come. When asked to help with another young victim of a kidnapping/rape/torture who has just been found and released to her parents, hesitantly Reeve agrees, only to find it therapeutic for herself, as much as for the young girl. The similarities between what these girls endured are uncanny, and the aftermath something only another victim could understand. Has Reeve found the magic bullet that will kill her tormentor? Will helping others be the key to ending her nightmares? Are there more young girls being hidden away by a demented puppetmaster who is calling all of the shots? Will he get to Reeve before she uncovers his secrets? The Edge of Normal by Carla Norton is powerful, intense and hideously real. She has connected the reader to the characters at a level that will make your skin crawl and your blood boil as you become personally invested in the lives and torment of these girls. There is no pretty packaging, no flowery phrasing, the story is told with brutal frankness as a former victim learns she is stronger than she could have imagined. If you are unaffected by a crime so heinous, a crime that happens in the ‘real world,’ perhaps it’s time for a pulse check. An Arc edition was provided by NetGalley and St. Martin's Press/Minotaur Books in exchange for my honest review.
KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings A thriller were the reader knows the killer from the beginning, but is just waiting for the detectives and team to put all the pieces together.  Told from many point of views, the reader is able to get a full picture which was beyond entertaining. My most favorite part of the book was thinking that it was concluding, but realizing that there were quite a few pages to go and clearly there was still a few things that were going to happen!  
Bookworm_Babblings More than 1 year ago
Engrossing, suspenseful, with interesting twists... I received a free copy of this novel in exchange for an honest review. "The Edge Of Normal" is an amazing story of strength, courage, and perseverance. Reeve LeClaire has been through quite a lot in her short twenty two years of life. She was kidnapped and held captive when she was 12 years old, and by chance was found about 3 years later. She was traumatized, raped and abused. Now another young girl has been found. Will Reeve fight her demons to help this young girl heal? This book put me on an emotional rollercoaster. The descriptions were so vivid, it was like reliving the story in your mind's eye. You see the main character grow from victim to survivor, and her emotions move from fear to anger as she becomes determined to find the other two missing girls. I was completely engrossed from start to finish as I wondered if they would realize who the kidnapper actually was. This was a great book with edge of your seat excitement, a must read for every crime thriller fan!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Carla Norton presents a rapid fire, heart jumping book with her first novel. Based on real crime concerning violence towards women, she is respectful of the subject and families who suffered through the horrors of having loved ones kidnapped and abused. The characters are genuine and her technique of having different voices tell the tale is most effective. Reeve has survived the worst of ordeals yet through healing and ongoing therapy is able to reach out to others who have suffered as she has. Reeve takes us along as she plunges into the ongoing crime scenes. It's a powerful ride through tough territory; I was fully engaged by the plot and Ms. Norton's exceptional writing. I hope to see Reeve return in future books.
arbjamesAJ More than 1 year ago
Walking a fine line on the edge of normal--After surviving years of being held captive, raped, and tortured by her sadistic kidnapper, Reeve LeClaire is finally on the edge of living a normal life, at least as normal as possible. When another young girl is rescued under similar circumstances, Reeve's psychiatrist asks her to act as a mentor of sorts to her. Reeve is forced to relive many of the horrors she faced, but this time her anger at what was done to young Tilly keeps her from regressing. Her experience gives her a unique perspective, and she is able to see the investigation in a whole different way from the authorities, who won't listen to her insights. With two other kidnapped girls still out there somewhere, Reeve decides to investigate on her own, never dreaming that she will end up in the kidnapper's cross hairs. Will she be strong enough to outsmart and overpower him and save the other two missing girls? This one was slow going for me for most of the book, really right up until the end. I could never really connect with Reeve. I also found it a bit unrealistic for Reeve to be brought into the situation and for her to have made connections that the authorities missed (especially ones that were so obvious). Dr. Lerner doesn't really seem to be that effective. In Reeve's case, it seems she owes more to her own decision to educate herself on her situation rather than Dr. Lerner, and she seems to do more counseling with Tilly that he does.
Chrissy_W More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars Did I enjoy this book: Yes. Carla Norman’s a really strong writer. She demonstrates her unquestionable skill from page one. Her story is interesting and her characters are flawlessly developed. (I’m going to be deliberately vague in this next paragraph in hopes of avoiding the dreaded spoiler alert.) But there’s a scene when our main character is being tricked by one seriously bad dude. As she walks into the risky situation, I had to skim ahead. I felt such a strong feeling of dread, I couldn’t force myself to read it – kind of like covering your eyes during a really scary movie.  I wanted to yell, “Stop! Run!” But it’s bad enough that I talk back to the TV. It’s probably best if I not talk to my books. I don’t want to say any more because the end of the book is so powerful that I don’t want to ruin it. My one ½ star gripe: The story was a little predictable. I hate it when I guess what’s coming next and get it right. Would I recommend it: Yes. Will I read it again: No. As reviewed by Belinda at Every Free Chance Book Reviews.  (I received a copy of this book for review purposes.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept my attention throughout the entire book. Great read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very good book. Kept me up reading way to late into the night :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the author's style of writing. This was a great book
Estelle_C More than 1 year ago
This review is based on an advance copy received from the publisher Regina LeClaire was kidnapped at age twelve and held captive and abused for four years. Six years later (and after having changed her name to Reeve) she is still in therapy with a specialist in this kind of trauma, starting to put her life back together but with work left to do. Then one of three missing girls in cases believed to be related is rescued, and Reeve's therapist asks her to accompany him to provide emotional support to the victim. But the man who was arrested was acting under somebody else's direction, and the accomplice who was the brains of the operation is still watching. The Edge of Normal is an engrossing, tightly plotted thriller featuring a heroine who, although damaged, is recovering and still stronger than she thinks she is. Its appeal comes just as much from the chance to spend time with its protagonist as from following the twists and turns of the plot and the sick mastermind behind it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Darkly entertaining. Human nature is scary.
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Fast paced and emotionally charged. Kept me guessing until the end, such a good. read.
TheReaderJD More than 1 year ago
Good reading, easy to read, but not an insult to intelligence. Its scary when you think about it because it really can happen, the technology is their.
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Hard to put this down! Great read, well developed, and far from predictable!
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Keep writing!! You are a good writer/author. Please simply work on typing/gramar. Thank you:)