100 Books Like The Soulmate

There’s nothing better than a little gossip, especially when it’s about grown, mostly rich women, who enjoy knowing everything about everyone else but will do anything to protect their own secrets.

Big Little Lies lets the reader peek into the lives of a group of women and how their beliefs and actions are interwoven. Every action has a reaction, and consequences are very real, yet there is a fierce loyalty that drives the women to protect one another.

It’s not entirely clear who is “good” and who is “bad,” which makes it fun to play along and watch alliances shift or strengthen. You’re also not entirely certain what has happened, which I like because I usually always guess the ending!

Christine has a brain injury, which causes her memories to degrade every time she sleeps. She wakes up every morning as a blank slate, and her devoted husband explains who she is and then helps her get through the day. Unbeknownst to him, she starts keeping a journal—and soon realizes that his story about how she was injured is a little different each time.

I'm never in the mood for a thriller with a big twist in the penultimate chapter. I always want one with a big twist at the end of every chapter, and this book absolutely delivers. Is the husband a good guy or a bad guy? I changed my mind a dozen times over the course of this book, expertly manipulated by the author. I read the whole thing aloud to my wife on a long drive, and the time went by in a blink.

Ainsley and Peter are struggling, and they decide to try an open marriage. A risky proposition, given that neither trusts the other—and rightly so, the reader soon discovers. But when one of Ainsley's dates follows her home and Peter kills him, they are forced to co-operate so they can get away with the crime. Nothing like a joint project to rekindle the flames of passion!

This book is nearly perfect. Yes, there are a few twists which could have been foreshadowed better, but the wicked glee with which the author tells her story is contagious. I could practically hear her palms rubbing together as I read.

This literary thriller is a delicious blend of sneakiness, travel, and treachery. The story begins in New York but soon moves to the humid backdrop of Morocco, where the mysteriously pen-named “Maud” is working on her new novel.

Told in the voice of Maud’s assistant, this book drew me into the main character’s desperate need to be somebody. But who is tricking who? The twists in this book are epic.

When I was a kid, I used to love W. Somerset Maugham short stories. Often they were about two strangers, usually men, meeting in a remote colonial outpost, and one of the two would then proceed to tell the other a strange, violent, heartbreaking, life-altering story that had happened to him or that he had witnessed. Mouth to Mouth, which I loved, reminded me of those stories.

I listened to it on audiobook, and the narration is pitch-perfect. This novel is about two men who meet at an airport when their plane is delayed. They go into a lounge, where one of them, a rich art dealer named Jeff, proceeds to tell the other his life story.

It’s gripping. I sat in my car after I got home so I could listen to the last twenty minutes.

I enjoyed this novel about a serial killer's daughter. The main character is flawed but very rootable, and the ending took me by surprise.

I especially admired the way all the different strands of the plot came together. The author laid out some good cookie crumbs for the reader to follow, and I missed several of them in a way that was very satisfying when they were revealed to me. I also liked that the main character gets a happy ending that I found very believable.

This book is an entertaining thriller about a woman who discovers, or thinks she discovers, that her husband has killed at least one woman in the past. She needs to figure out how to extricate herself and her daughter from this situation in a way that will be least damaging to the two of them.

It's difficult to talk about this novel without spoilers, but the second half of The Serial Killer's Wife has great twists, and the ending packs a wallop. It's not often that a final twist surprises me as much as this one did!

Casey wakes up in the hospital to discover that she cannot move, or see, or speak. She infers from the conversation around her that she's been hit by a car. Soon, she realizes the supposed "accident" was, in fact, an attempt on her life. Soon after that, she starts to wonder if her husband was involved. But she is utterly defenseless and unable to warn anybody about what she thinks she knows.

This is a masterclass in suspense. This book breaks every rule I thought I knew about giving characters agency and taking them on a journey—imagine an unputdownable thriller in which the main character doesn't even get out of bed for 300 pages. It should be impossible. But Joy Fielding just cracks her knuckles and says, "Hold my gin."

This book inspired me to see that second chances at love might not simply be an opportunity to reconnect with an old flame, but instead, the Universe’s way of guiding us to our destiny.

I have always believed soulmate romance to be one in which you cross paths with a stranger, and a magnetism emerges. But the idea of finding your way back to someone you already know affirmed for me that trusting my intuition, leaning into divine timing, and taking chances might lead me back to a great love that somehow got away. 

Miranda’s professional setback in Miranda in Retrograde summoned a spark in me – what would I do if I had a year off from my current life to do or be anything? 

As a type-A overthinker and overpreparer, like her, I loved the idea of abandoning my rational self to instead follow my horoscope. But, in reality, would I do it? Perhaps – as long as I embarked on the journey like she did, basing spontaneity off of a clearly methodical approach, relentlessly following astrological predictions each day, without fail.

In the end, though, I resonated with her realization that happiness and love might be in plain sight, less any astrological prophecy, if we just let go of the avid hunt to find it.