Is Freida McFadden worth the hype?

Oh, Freida McFadden. Where do I even begin? Let me just say, if you haven’t read one of her books yet, you’re missing out on a level of psychological whiplash that should probably come with a warning label. This woman doesn’t just write thrillers; she crafts mind games, wraps them up in innocent-looking covers, and dares you to think you’ve got it all figured out. Spoiler alert: You don’t.

Freida’s writing style is like a rollercoaster that starts off deceptively slow. You’re cruising along, thinking, “Okay, I’ve got this. I see where this is going.” And then—BAM! She hits you with a twist so sharp it’s like she’s reached out from the pages to slap you across the face. And just when you’re recovering from that, she throws in another twist, and then another, until you’re questioning everything you thought you knew—about the book, about life, about whether you can even trust your own dog.

Her characters? Oh, they’re a treat. They’re the kind of people you think you understand, but Freida has this uncanny ability to peel back layers you didn’t even know were there. It’s like meeting someone at a party who seems totally normal, and then halfway through the night, they casually mention their collection of cursed antique dolls. You’re intrigued, a little scared, but you absolutely cannot look away.

What really gets me is her pacing. Freida doesn’t waste time with unnecessary fluff. Every chapter ends with a cliff-hanger, so you’re like, “Just one more chapter,” until suddenly it’s 3 a.m., you’ve got work in four hours, and you’re seriously considering calling in sick because you need to know how it ends. (Pro tip: Clear your schedule before you start one of her books. Trust me.)

And let’s talk about her humour. Yes, humour. In a thriller. It’s subtle, but it’s there, usually in the form of a snarky internal monologue or a perfectly timed bit of dialogue that makes you snort-laugh in the middle of a tense scene. It’s like she’s saying, “Yeah, I’m messing with your head, but let’s have some fun while we’re at it.”

Now, I’m not saying Freida’s books are perfect. Sometimes the twists can feel a tad over-the-top, like she’s trying to outdo herself with every new release. But honestly? That’s part of the charm. You don’t pick up a Freida McFadden book expecting a quiet, introspective read. You pick it up because you want to be shocked, entertained, and maybe just a little bit traumatized (in the best way).

So, if you’re in the mood for a thriller that’ll keep you on your toes, make you laugh, and leave you questioning your own sanity, do yourself a favour and grab one of Freida’s books. Just don’t blame me when you’re up all night, frantically texting your friends, “OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT TWIST?!” You’ve been warned.