A riveting, twisted tale of narcissism, Skin Deep is a truly disturbing story of Cordelia Russel, the most despicable woman I’ve came across for a very long time.
Skin Deep by Liz Nugent
Cordelia has a problem: a dead body in her bedroom. What’s the best way to forget about one’s problem? Go out partying and get smashed! That is, if you ask her.
Skin Deep is as slow a burn as it gets, without ever turning into a boring recollection of a stunning, but reprehensible woman’s life. There aren’t many twists, turns or great revelation, but following Cordelia from the age of seven until present is chilling enough without the author having to throw in some sensationalist crap just for the sake of it. If she were a child now, growing up in a well educated family, Cordelia would most likely have been diagnosed with oppositional defiant disorder and possible narcissistic personality disorder before one could say “what a little shit she is“.
But as it happens, she grows up on a tiny island, near Westport, Ireland. The islanders are strange, everyone agrees, and Cordelia is possibly Queen of All Strange. When she ends up on the mainland, she puzzles everyone around her. She’s quiet, doesn’t have many friends, and unbeknownst to most, seems to have a knack for playing people against each other.
Manipulative, cunning and enthralling, once you get under Cordelia’s spell, it’s nearly impossible to get away.
Is there anything in her past to serve perhaps not an excuse, but an explanation? Grab the book and find out!
With stunning descriptions and evocative prose, Liz Nugent transports you to small Irish towns, bustling London, the beautiful French coast, and inside the mind of a peculiar woman.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher via Negalley, but the opinions are my own.