Author: Lisa Scottoline
Genre: Mystery, Fiction
Rating: 1 out of 5
Pages: 391
Date Started: 28 October 2022
Date Finished: 2 November 2022
This book started off with an intriguing premise and delivered an engaging narrative initially. However, as the story progressed, it seemed to veer away from its promising beginning. The plot took on a cinematic quality with an abundance of action sequences that, at times, felt excessive. Additionally, the introduction of numerous characters and an intricate web of events made the latter part of the book somewhat convoluted. It was challenging to follow the story amidst the increasing complexity and the rapid pace of events. While the action-packed nature of the book may appeal to some readers, it overshadowed the subtler aspects of the narrative, such as character development and the exploration of the emotional impact on the Bennett family. The excessive descriptive detail occasionally disrupted the flow of the story. In essence, this book offers a thrilling experience that might suit those who enjoy fast-paced, action-oriented narratives. However, it could benefit from a more balanced approach, maintaining the intrigue of the initial premise while allowing for deeper character exploration and a smoother narrative flow.
Favorite lines from the book:
Suddenly a magnificent blue heron flew overhead, flapping its angular wings, leading with its long neck, graceful and strong, the hue of heaven itself. Tears came to my eyes. I took the heron as a sign. It resonated within me. It felt like Allison’s soul, beautiful, strong, and proud, set free, taking flight.
That’s grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It’s embedded.
Marriage was reading each other’s minds, but knowing what had to remain unsaid.
The people you love, like Pop and Allison, even the pets you love, like Max and Wendy, they never leave you, not as long as you love them. You’ll always have them as long as you love them. And you’ll love them forever. That’s what lasts forever. The love.
He had lost a son, I had lost a daughter. No one expected to bury his child, even if the child had been a thug.
Cigarette companies sell death. Drug companies sell rehab.
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