Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 The Pocket Wife by Susan Crawford is a twisty-turning thriller that reminded of Gone Girl. I enjoyed the beginning immensely, but the end had me gritting my teeth in rage. 
 I tend to gravitate more toward thrillers that are less about the shock-value of gore and more about psychological suspense, probably because of all those Gothics I read as a kid. For me, the best kind of suspense comes when a sense of wrongness pervades the text and as a reader you can feel bad things on the horizon but cannot identify what those things are yet. I also love an unreliable narrator. Give me some Gillian Flynn and Linwood Barclay! Make me question everything I know! Is the hero a villain? I love this shit. 
 That's why, at least initially, The Pocket Wife worked so well for me. 
 Then I got to the end. And it pissed me off. I mean really fucking PISSED. ME. OFF. 
 So, I had to give The Pocket Wife a C. I really did enjoy almost all of the book, and I really did think the identity of the killer made sense. It was just the way it was revealed that irked me, and ultimately ruined what otherwise was a terrific thriller. 
 - Elyse