The characters of Mark and Anna were well-developed and their intricate narratives offered me the right amount of insight I needed to know where their actions and decisions were coming from. Nothing was too much. Every word had a meaning which made me bawl on instances.
Usually, the endings in a book are meant to make you bawl your eyes out. But in The Man I Thought You Were, I teared up right from the beginning. It was a smacked-in-your-face kind of emotions that made me cry and feel so much dread.
The initial premise is cleverly written from Anna's perspective making the reader take sides with her. But when Mark's narrative began, I bawled like a baby.
Through this book, Leah Mercer made me realize that there is so much more to the characters than their mere names in the black and white ink. The sub-plots made of their pasts are so much like us, the people in real life. Marks's guilt crashed through me making bullet holes through my heart. So much guilt and suffering that was so real I could almost touch it.
THE MAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of a book for sure.
While I insist you buy The Man I Thought You Were, buy a box to tissues as well. Don't complain I didn't warn you!