Angela's days are numbered. She has terminal cancer. Her friends convince her to write a bucket list. She is 48 and she wants to check off that list before she turns 50. Instead of traveling or trying new things she wants revenge. She has been wronged. Seeking her form of justice, Angela goes on a rampage.

The Bucket List needs an introduction. I was drawn into the story. In other parts, it opened some wounds. You see, as Angela describes her toxic relationship, a piece fell into place. I could never put my finger on what was wrong with my ex. The Bucket List nailed it. He was a sexual sociopath. Adams hooked me with this line: "It's a rare person who can trust again after being dishonored by a cheat." I totally get it. I felt Angela's pain, her doubt.

It's about time there are more stories about women being bloody angry. I can get behind that. I can sympathize with that. The Bucket List is a ticking time bomb style read. Angela is invisible. She was abused, she was bullied, and her schoolteacher was horrible. If this was a movie, would it be given the vision it deserves?

The Bucket List delves into toxic relationships and though it is not a pleasant experience, the psychology is threaded in with ease. On Angela's list were the cruel Miss Moleman, Tracey, Julie, and Debbie (high school bullies), her exes, and THE man. Yes, I may have been a bit too delighted to read how it unfolds but that is what makes a good story. I was with her in female solidarity.

What grabbed me was the part when Angela was telling her story and sharing her secrets. There was never a moment when I blamed her. Society tends to promote and encourage toxic masculinity. And the monkeys in The Bucket List were no help. I felt compelled to keep reading when she shared her relationship woes. The gaslighting, the preying on insecurities happen to women more than advertised. Murder secrets and revenge are all the right ingredients for a perfect psychological thriller. It had me chasing that high. Well done.