I found this book on the Instagram of a fashion blogger I follow.  A strange place to be sure, but hey I was just broadening my horizons.  I actually decided to read it when I saw the blurb that Paula McLain (author of The Paris Wife) wrote.  I figured if I liked her writing and she liked this book, then the chances were good that I would like it too.  I was not disappointed.

While reading this book, I felt positively languid.  There were some exceptions to be sure in moments of tense plot points, but the overall feel of the novel is languid almost to the point of detached.  It was as if you, the reader, were floating along with the characters.  With that feeling however, the reader is still drawn into the story.  There is a connection to the characters that keeps you interested and wanting to read the rest of the pages.

The book is divided into sections, each from the point of view of one of the characters.  It is not an even split of seeing each scene from each character but rather a unique set of scenes that need to be pieced together to make the story make sense.  The reader is never quite sure where the story line was heading.  Even with each character building in the back story and establishing the timeline, in the end you are left wondering what truth will come out and exactly where the plot will end.  The reader is left to put some of the pieces together themselves as not all of the story is spelled out.  Not to mention, you are forced to decide what the truth is really, and what is just the rationalizations and perspective of the characters.

A point in the major accomplishment column is that you never truly detest the characters, even though they are worthy of it.  You see some of them as flawed and silly creatures, some as painfully sad, some as naïve and codependent, and some as lonely and deeply corrupt.  But through it all, that languid air persists, and it isn’t possible to muster up the true energy dislike any one of them.  You even feel sorry for them, knowing that their actions were the catalyst for the truly horrific event that is the center point that the book spins around.

Love and time hops,

Betty

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