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FREE PDF ⚝ Fake Like Me é What really happened to Carey Logan After a fire decimates her studio, including the seven billboard size paintings for her next show, a young, no name painter is left with an impossible task recreate her art in three months or ruin her fledgling career Homeless and desperate, she flees to an exclusive retreat in upstate New York famous for its outrageous revelries and glamorous artists And notorious as the place where brilliant young artist Carey Logan one of her idols drowned in the lake But when she arrives, the retreat is a ghost of its former self No one shares their work No parties light up the deck No one speaks of Carey, though her death haunts the cabins and the black lake, lurking beneath the surface like a shipwreck As the young painter works obsessively in Carey s former studio, uncovers strange secrets and starts to fall hard and fast for Carey s mysterious boyfriend, it s as if she s taking her place But one thought shadows her every move What really happened to Carey Logan I was lucky to receive an ARC of Fake Like Me, and I DEVOURED it over a weekend, taking it with me everywhere I went A young unnamed artist struggles in the shadow of an impossibly cool dead one, another young artist gorgeous, enigmatic, talented worshipped beyond measure in the downtown New York Hudson Valley art scene There s a mysterious compound where our dead girl created her work, and where those she left behind are still haunted by her death Yes, there s a man gutted by her loss, who o I was lucky to receive an ARC of Fake Like Me, and I DEVOURED it over a weekend, taking it with me everywhere I went A young unnamed artist struggles in the shadow of an impossibly cool dead one, another young artist gorgeous, enigmatic, talented worshipped beyond measure in the downtown New York Hudson Valley art scene There s a mysterious compound where our dead girl created her work, and where those she left behind are still haunted by her death Yes, there s a man gutted by her loss, who our unnamed artist can t stay away from You re sensing Rebecca vibes, but this is all brand new It s a book about jealousy and legacy and who really owns your vision But it s also a deeply sexy thriller, that will keep you guessing until the last gorgeously written pages A stunner 3.5 stars rounded to 4I ll admit, I m less than knowledgable about anything involving the art scene I am not cool, hip, or in the know about much these days other than Peppa Pig and Blippi, but it was nice to delve into an adult story that did not feature talking pigs or a grown man wearing clothes that appear to fit a toddler This story is also being touted as a thriller, which I guess it is in some ways, but I would classify thisas a literary thriller, or a dramatic, thought provokin 3.5 stars rounded to 4I ll admit, I m less than knowledgable about anything involving the art scene I am not cool, hip, or in the know about much these days other than Peppa Pig and Blippi, but it was nice to delve into an adult story that did not feature talking pigs or a grown man wearing clothes that appear to fit a toddler This story is also being touted as a thriller, which I guess it is in some ways, but I would classify thisas a literary thriller, or a dramatic, thought provoking crime fiction That s not a criticism, merely a heads up to those looking for aclassic thriller Where to start This glitzy, sleek story is told in such a unique format we do not learn the official name of out narrator, who gives off an unstable vibe from the very beginning, and I honestly found this so fascinating I was intrigued to know what drove this character, what brought her to the art scene, and how someone could so seamlessly slip into the lifestyle of another person Like I said, this is reallyof a dark character study than a thriller, but there s enough of a vein of suspense that keeps the reader hooked and intrigued throughout I found that once our nameless girl makes it to the art retreat Pine City, that the pacing really picked up and I found myself fully invested.I don t want to say much , but if you decide to read this one, and want to discuss in greater detail AKA SPOILERS , we would love to have you join our Goodreads bookclub HEREI was provided a finished copy of this book for review via the publisher all thoughts are my own Welcome to our June choice for the Suspenseful Clues and Thrilling Reviews Goodreads bookclub Everyone is invited to join in, and you can find the discussion threads in the 2019 monthly reading tab HERE She met her when she was nineteen, a fledging art student meeting Carey Logan, an artist part of a collective called Pine City She admired her strange work, her notoriety, Carey was the in artist, Pine City the in group Then she hears that Carey had stopped creating, turning instead to performance art, and then kills herself Why did this happen Our no name artist wants to know, wants to know obsessively In time she gets her chance, after experiencing a tragedy of her own, and what she finds She met her when she was nineteen, a fledging art student meeting Carey Logan, an artist part of a collective called Pine City She admired her strange work, her notoriety, Carey was the in artist, Pine City the in group Then she hears that Carey had stopped creating, turning instead to performance art, and then kills herself Why did this happen Our no name artist wants to know, wants to know obsessively In time she gets her chance, after experiencing a tragedy of her own, and what she finds is so muchthan she expected.The avant garde art scene, I find it fascinating and something I will never personally experience Those who create for their livlihood where so few actually make it This is a study of those creators, but also of a young artist struggling for her own future and becoming enveloped in something she never expected This is in parts strange, part mystery and part revelation Our unnamed young artists backstory helps explain her insecurity and her intense quest for her own artistical recognition but alsoher own search for self It takes us deep inside the strange world of the rich and famous, of friendships that form and cement the participants in a course of action that could lose them everything they worked for It was quite good, but felt the ending was the weakest part of the story It did though, show us where our young artists future may possibly lie.ARC from Netgalley You ve got to admit that Humpty Dumpty was a piece of art Well, then you can admit that this poor piece of art committed suicide by falling of the wall And so it was again in Fake Like Me, except that this time it wasn t Humpty Dumpty Franz Kafka saidI think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us If the book we re reading doesn t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for So that it will make us happy, as you write Good Lord, we would be happy p You ve got to admit that Humpty Dumpty was a piece of art Well, then you can admit that this poor piece of art committed suicide by falling of the wall And so it was again in Fake Like Me, except that this time it wasn t Humpty Dumpty Franz Kafka saidI think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us If the book we re reading doesn t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for So that it will make us happy, as you write Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we lovedthan ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us That is my belief Was Fake Like Me one of those books Nope Mediocre in its intent to promote radical feminism with all the narrative safely and securely established as the main intent purpose of the saga But yes, the idea is a popular trend, actually, a small percentage in the big world out there, and yes, it has its moments But no, it did not rock my world at allYou represent women You shouldn t route the trafficking of our identity politics through some gaudy money dump that only exists as decoration for the world s richest people, I insisted For the first time in my life, I had buckets of money, and I put every cent into Rich Ugly Old Maids, the show that I was making for Milot I spent the next two years on seven paintings Humility, Obedience, Chastity, Modesty, Temperance, Purity, and Prudence They were an exorcism of the words that named them, from the guilt that had dogged me through years of wondering how I was supposed to be a person who pursued only her own interests, who was never aligned, who was never part of a family, who did not wake up every day ashamed of herself for being childless and alone I was not pure of heart, chaste of body, obedient to authority, humble before others, prudent in my actions, temperate in my behavior, or modest in my appearance and I no longer felt bad about it I was free from the burden of being only a girl I had become an old maid, a woman of my own, a master of my medium They were my crowning glory And all seven of them were in my loft on the day it burned to the ground Our anonymous narrator and protagonist lost her paintings and had to suck up to her super rich and influential friends in the art world to save her budding reputation and lucrative income While receiving their assistance in unimaginable ways, she constantly attacked them for being privileged That was a kind of deal breaker to me But alas, she persisted and she came up trumps in the end.I actually enjoyed the book An easy read, with a touch of mystery and sleuthing going on The bouts of word dumping, like a bad cold, got to me from time to time, but was tolerable I loved the author s way with words This paragraph gave me the wordy thrills It was almost a shrieking I heard it all so quickly Wind battered the trees birds screamed at each other Cicadas rattled their exoskeletal cages like a jailed Christmas choir, and somewhere behind me, the vast, empty lake beat against its rocky shore The outside world shrank and fell off the edges, like a twig going over a waterfall, and I had the sudden sensation of total solitude These were the deafening sounds of human absence.For the wordsmithery a star is added to the rating I m in a good mood.More discussions can be viewed in this grouphttps www.goodreads.com topic show Join and enjoy