“No one liked to think about the fact that the water in that river was infected with the blood and bile of persecuted women, unhappy women; they drank it every day.”

Read: May 2017

So after a lot of internal debate and seeing as how this book is stocked up in every bookstore I’ve been to…I finally decided to read this. I really liked the Girl on the Train but to compare both books would be unfair; both are very different. I’m having a lot of mixed feelings with this book but they can mostly be summarized by one expression…meh

At first the jump between so many different POV’s was a challenge, trying to remember who’s who and how they connect to each other. I actually started writing it down for reference. There are around 10 POV’s with a few entries not related to present day characters. Once you get over that first hurdle you can more readily enjoy this book. However, for me this was not the case.

It had a few moments in which it kept me interested but not a lot. For some reason, I did not feel much of a connection with any character in this book. Although it deals with matters that usually grab at me like suicide and grief, this book just didn’t do it for me. I think this is just my personal taste. I’m sure others who enjoy these kinds of books will enjoy it. It does have a nice twist at the end but for me, that’s about it. I did notice these book being tagged sometimes as a thriller or a psychological thriller but for me it wasn’t really. It’s more mystery than anything.

Moments like this remind me why I usually don’t like to read “what everybody else is reading” if it does not interest me initially.

2 out of 5 mortars