The Only One Left by Riley Sager

The Only One Left My Rating: 2.5

The Hope family murders shocked the Maine coast one bloody night in 1929. While most people assume seventeen-year-old Lenora was responsible, the police were never able to prove it. Other than her denial after the killings, she has never spoken publicly about that night, nor has she set foot outside Hope’s End, the cliffside mansion where the massacre occurred.

It’s now 1983, and home-health aide Kit McDeere arrives at a decaying Hope’s End to care for Lenora after her previous nurse fled in the middle of the night. In her seventies and confined to a wheelchair, Lenora was rendered mute by a series of strokes and can only communicate with Kit by tapping out sentences on an old typewriter. One night, Lenora uses it to make a tantalizing offer—I want to tell you everything.

This one was a slog. The Only One Left dangles the promise of a gothic thriller, but what you actually get is a drawn-out exercise in manufactured suspense. The structure feels like a rinse-and-repeat cycle: the book gives you one tiny reveal, stretches it for chapters, then hands you another small clue and milks that for all it’s worth. That pattern continues endlessly, testing both patience and interest.

By the time the story barrels into its ending, it abandons even the thin thread of plausibility it had been clinging to. The final twists feel less like shocking revelations and more like the train flying off the rails—wild, unbelievable, and frustrating after so much slow build-up.

If you enjoy thrillers where atmosphere outweighs logic and you don’t mind plot points being dragged out until they snap, you might find something here. Personally, I closed the book knowing that the effort wasn't worth it.