Genre: Psychological/domestic thriller

Synopsis: Five months ago, an accident left Diana Sparrow badly injured and missing a few months of her memory. As if that's not enough, she's started having recurring nightmares about the night of the accident. Dreams that feel so real, she's left questioning: maybe she didn't just slide off the road into a ditch. Maybe, just maybe, she hit something. Or someone.

She can't turn to her former best friend Val, who's been sleeping with Diana's husband Jonathan for months, but she might find some comfort in newcomer Cole Pelham. Yet the closer they become, the more Diana begins to wonder what really happened that night - and how Cole might be connected. Worse, it seems everyone else could be involved, too.

Who was with her that night? What really happened? As her life unravels thread by thread and the dreams become too real to ignore, Diana will have to face the unthinkable - and do the unforgivable.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Abuse, child abuse/pedophilia/incest, body hatred/fat phobia, violence, death or dying, pregnancy/childbirth/miscarriages/abortion, gaslighting, sexism and misogyny

TL;DR - annoying book with amazing ending.

Seriously. I didn’t love the majority of After All I’ve Done. The book is based on betrayal and gaslighting and almost entirely revolves around infidelity (romantic and platonic). It’s frustrating in the worst sense of the word. Give me murder and sociopaths in fictional works, but something about the infidelity honestly just gets so deep under my skin. It did make for a good case of the unreliable narrator though.

Everyone in the book basically hates each other and there is not one single character who is believable and trustworthy. It made for an interesting and engaging story, but I’m also pretty sure my eyes rolled a full 360 at least five times. Because this book gets corny as all hell at times.

The biggest savior of this book is its ending. I could figure out all the gaslighting and the “bad guy” is exactly who I perceived it to be. But that’s not the shock. It’s not the big twist ending. And that twist is the one thing that makes this book worth reading.

Most of the book is incredibly predictable. It’s been done before. It actually reminded me a lot of B.A. Paris’ sophomore novel The Breakdown, which I really enjoyed. But the ending of After All I’ve Done just about knocked my literal socks off. I never saw it coming, and because of that, I enjoyed the book as a whole.