It's a salacious setup, and I was looking forward to something very trashy, but what I got was actually kind of a thoughtful character study. Told in alternating points of view by two very different characters, I felt like it was a much better portrait of Selina, who is older--posh, poised, superficial, and maybe rather shallow. Lottie, who is flaky, artsy, and kind of a mess, seems to only half-matter; the rest of the time, she's there to show how Selina looks to the outside world.
There's also a sort of subplot with a bit of mystery--shady business deals Simon may have been involved in, details about how he died, whether someone is threatening the families. There's a lot of tension among the kids, which, again, is interesting to read about, if frustrating to watch Lottie fumble everything.
So, 95%, even 97% of a good book. And then, literally in the last ten pages, A BUNCH OF RANDOM STUFF HAPPENS. Like, someone turns out to be a murderer, which you find out through the recitation of a stereotypical Bad Guy Monologue. While there is appropriate setup of this character being sketchy (just the right amount; the setup is well done), it's like the book had to be ended very suddenly. Oh, plus, it turns out there are TWO crazy people who don't seem crazy until the very last minute--the VERY last.
So then, we get the scary confrontation scenes, the bad guy announcing their evil to the narrator, who is trapped in a small room with them and scared. And then....cut to the epilogue, which takes place five months later. Everything has sorted itself out, and the characters have a bunch of expository conversations revealing what's happened in the past few months, and then the book ends.
I cannot express the sputtering outrage that I felt at the ending--it was poorly planned, poorly constructed, poorly executed, poorly timed, poorly paced. The last 10 pages are flawed in every conceivable way. I don't think I've ever read a book that needed 40 more pages before, but here it is.
Now is the part where I explain that I got a free copy of this from Netgalley for review. I hope I don't have to say that it's an honest review. I don't write many horrible reviews of advance copies, because I don't finish them when I don't enjoy them. But I enjoyed this one quite a bit.
Except.
Sigh. Well, now I'm turning to L.M. Montgomery for consolation; a reread of Anne of the Island and Anne of Windy Poplars is in order, as a palate cleanser. Not a bigamist or murderer to be had in the Maritimes, no sirree.
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