It starts out as a nice story. A woman moves to Tangier with her new husband. Suddenly a friend from her past appears, and the perfect exotic-ness of Morocco begins to fall apart. In her debut, Christine Mangan has created a thrilling, page-turning read. Her characters are rich and she takes an interesting look at the psychology of friendship. This book leads you to believe that it is just going to be a traditional piece of historical fiction, from the opening chapter to the cover design. But boy does it take a turn and become so much more than that. This book is straight up terrifying at times. (Not like spooky monster terrifying but a reminder of how messed up people can be.) I look forward to what Mangan has in store for us next.