Find this review and more at kimberlyfaye reads. Can someone please, PLEASE tell me why in the world I waited so long to read this prequel novella? I loved The Program and The Treatment. The world Suzanne built was so easy to get lost in, totally wrapped up in. I was ridiculously excited to learn there would be more in The Program series, but for some reason, I just never got around to reading them until a couple months ago. I could seriously kick myself, too, because this was… something. Holy cow. I’m going to keep this super short and sweet because, honestly, I have no clue how to review a book like this without giving away everything that makes it unique and special. This was a total mind-f**k of a book. I’ve come to expect that from The Program series though — and I appreciate that. It’s part of the reason why I love this series so much. The concept of the closers is so freaking creepy to me that it literally made my skin crawl. I can’t imagine being the person who does that for another… and I can’t imagine being the loved one who needs that type of closure. It’s such a messed up concept, yet it fit perfectly into the world Suzanne created. I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. I had to know what would happen next. I never would’ve in a million years guessed all the twists and turns, however. What a fantastic addition to a series I was already obsessed with. I loved the characters and I couldn’t get enough of them or their story. And that freaking cliffhanger? I swear a little part of me died with that revelation. I couldn’t wait to start the next book. I received a copy of this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. FAVORITE QUOTES “Admit it. You’re a life klepto. You keep pieces of them like some whacked-out serial killer.” I’m a patchwork of other people’s memories, but somehow they feel truer than my own. Maybe it’s because these items are tangible: I can touch them and know they’re real. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to belong to somebody. I could always take care of myself; that wasn’t the problem. But to have a real family, people invested in your outcome, well, that’s something completely different. I wanted to be loved.