This was quite a different book from B.A. Paris’s usual thriller, and this was particularly confusing as it was marketed as a thriller, which I found a massive mislabeling of genres. It just isn’t. It’s maybe women’s fiction/family drama, all of which is centered around one main dilemma.
For me, it fell flat and I had a hard time connecting to it. It’s basically one of those books where you spend the whole book waiting for the answer to one simple question, which you’re pretty sure you know anyways, and at the end realize you could’ve just skipped to the end to find out the answer. I did read throughout to make sure I didn’t miss anything, but there were just pages and pages where absolutely nothing happened.
The entire premise of the book, the dilemma, I found not remotely plausible. Who wouldn’t tell their spouse that their child is potentially dead? I couldn’t even get behind it, it was so unbelievable. Readers should know this is a slow-burning drama rather than a thriller, as the marketing and packaging suggests.
Thank you to netgalley for an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
