How am I to believe this if it makes no sense at all?
Christy goes looking for her locket and falls through a trap door down a hole. Thank heavens she's got her cell with her. But instead of using it to call for help, Christy uses the light on her cell to look around and get lost even further (because, you know, that is what we do when we fall into a hole). When the author finally decides that it is time for Christy to act normal and call for help, the battery dies.
And who does she try to call? Not 911, the marines, the navy, or people who could actually help her but a friend. Right. He must be Robin or something.
As luck would have it, her friend Austin figures out what has happened and goes to find her (yes, instead of calling the police, the Coast Guards, or someone) and they both get lost down there ending up in a psychiatric hospital.
The problem? In the hospital they are "mistaken" by mental patients, thus having to prove otherwise.
How in the name of Zeus can patients be assigned wrong identities today? If the story was set in the 1800s, yes, believable, but today? Come on! That was totally stupid.
I don't care if they get to clear up the misunderstanding or, or if in fact, they really are patients with big imaginations (as the doctors put it). I didn't care for Christy at all; she felt empty and her character was all tell and very little show.
I didn't feel any type of connection with the story and won't be reading the other books in the series. Despite its title, this is a story that has a big problem of identity... or should I say the lack of it?
I abandoned the book a few pages short of finishing it because I really didn't care about the outcome.