I hate it when a book I ended up loving has been sitting on my shelf, gathering dust since before it was even published. I was lucky enough to get an early copy of Sleep back in 2019, and while I did make a start on it, multiple times, I've only now managed to enjoy and finish it. I don't know why I wasn't enjoying it the first few times I picked it up, but I actually ended up really enjoying it. It gave me Clue, the film, vibes when I first received it, and I like that film, so I knew I would enjoy the book, it just took a few years for me to get there. It wasn't anything like the film though, but still good.
Sleep follows Anna as she moves away to Scotland to move on from a car accident that she blames herself for, and even though it was clearly not her fault, she isn't the only one who blames her either. Two people died and another was left paralysed from the accident, and you're made to think that the father of one of the deceased blames her too, sending out a hit on her, but so far through the book, you realise that he sent the hit out on the lorry driver who was the actual responsible one, but there is still someone out there who blames Anna, and with this book full to the brim with red herring's it could literally be anyone currently on the isle of Rum during the current, terrible storm. I even found myself pinning the blame on a fourteen year old, that's how clueless I was about who it could have been.
Sleep follows Anna as she moves away to Scotland to move on from a car accident that she blames herself for, and even though it was clearly not her fault, she isn't the only one who blames her either. Two people died and another was left paralysed from the accident, and you're made to think that the father of one of the deceased blames her too, sending out a hit on her, but so far through the book, you realise that he sent the hit out on the lorry driver who was the actual responsible one, but there is still someone out there who blames Anna, and with this book full to the brim with red herring's it could literally be anyone currently on the isle of Rum during the current, terrible storm. I even found myself pinning the blame on a fourteen year old, that's how clueless I was about who it could have been.