I almost set this aside at the 15% mark. The writing wasn’t gripping me, and I found the prose a little clumsy in places. But something – maybe curiosity, maybe just stubbornness – made me press on. By the end, I still wasn’t sure whether that was the right call.
The biggest issue for me was the sheer number of plot holes. The continuity between scenes felt disjointed, almost as if whole sections of the story had been cut without any attempt to bridge the gaps. In one instance, our narrator is in London, broke to the point where she can’t afford a sandwich. A few pages later, she has somehow bought a ticket to New York and is sitting in a café surrounded by three coffees, a smoothie, and a slice of cake. There’s no explanation, no suggestion of how her circumstances changed – just an abrupt shift that left me wondering if I’d missed a chapter.
It happens again when she tries to book a place on a course, is told she’s waitlisted, and then, without warning, is suddenly attending the course as though she’d been accepted all along. It’s these kinds of leaps – moving from A to C without bothering with B – that made the narrative feel rushed and undermined my engagement with the story.
The book also suffers from a lack of polish. There are numerous grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, the kind that a more thorough editing process should have caught. While I can usually overlook the odd slip, here they were frequent enough to pull me out of the moment and felt more like I was reading a draft that hadn’t been fully refined.
That said, the story itself is oddly compelling. It’s implausible and frequently over the top, but that heightened sense of unreality worked in its favour at times. The constant shifts in the narrative – the feeling that we were being fed a version of events that wasn’t entirely true – kept me intrigued. Each twist made me reassess what I thought I knew, and by the final chapters, I’d accepted that half the fun was in not trusting anything I was told.
The changing landscape of the plot, both geographically and emotionally, gave the book a restless energy. Even when I rolled my eyes at the improbability of certain events, I still wanted to see where it was going. It’s a strange reading experience – frustrating and flawed, yet strangely enjoyable.
In the end, I’m glad I stuck with it, but I can’t say I’d be quick to pick up something else by this author. This was a book that entertained me in spite of itself, not because of the quality of its craft. If you can overlook the jumps, errors, and implausibilities, there is a twisty, unpredictable ride underneath – just be prepared for a bumpy journey.