Thank you to Thomas & Mercer and Netgalley for an ARC of this title. All opinion are my own.
A fast-paced thriller with constantly switching perspective. This book is perfect for a quick weekend or getaway read if you're looking for something without a lot of depth.
Sadie hates the idea of sending her only daughter, Emma, to her first day of kindergarten. Sadie just knows something bad is going to happen, and all her worst fears are realized when Emma gets on the school bus but never arrives at school. Cue a storm descending down on her family as the police rush to find the missing girl and Sadie learns that those living around her may harbor their own dark secrets.
The Last Morning has everything you'd expect out of a psychological thriller: a variety of suspects, each of them keeping secrets, and many twists and turns as the days tick away. With short, propulsive chapters, the novel races from start to finish as everyone rushes to find the missing five-year-old. The plot is succinct and with each chapter switching perspectives, the reader gets a look into all of the lives that Emma touched.
The novel does a great job of holding in its secrets, bleeding them out slowly as the tension builds. If you're looking for a quick, surface level read, this one might be for you.
Because other than the plot and pacing, this book lacks just about everything else. The writing is dry and melodramatic, the characters just caricatures of real people, and, well, I'll get to my last criticism in a moment. If I'm honest, I would have DNF'ed this after the first chapter if I hadn't been graced with an advance reader copy.
The writing. It's very formulaic; if I didn't know better, I'd almost guess it had been written by AI. Sadie does this. Allen does this. We both do this. Over and over and over again. I needed some variety, some spice, some active voice. I'd expect this variety of writing from someone who writes as simply a spare time hobby; it's not what I expect from a standalone, published piece.
The characters. They were all cardboard cutouts and simultaneously all the same cardboard cutout. They don't act like real people. Their actions are over the top, and they never have real conversations with one another, just surface level chatter. Once again, they act exactly like I'd expect an AI would design them to act. They follow a sort of cookie-cutter mold of their title: the mom cries, the dad's hiding an affair, the half-brother hates his sister for existing. We see into the character's thoughts quite a lot in this novel, and they all think almost exactly the same. There's so much hate and secret vendettas in each of the characters. I suppose it could make the novel as a whole more interesting, but I just found them all to be deeply unlikable. I don't think any of the characters ever had a nice thing to say (or think) about one another.
The characterization is really my biggest gripe about this book, and the second is how deeply unsettling I found mental health to be portrayed. It's not uncommon to see mental health used as a plot device in books and tv, especially in thrillers like this one. The perpetrator had this disease and it caused them to do x, y, and z. Of course, the media always cranks that concern up to 100 and shows the absolute worst of the person who has it. This novel does the same thing, except it felt like every character had something going on with them, and they were never portrayed in anything but a heinous light. Instead of moments of, hey, maybe we should get this person help, they're called weird or off or problems. Even when they're not the big bad at the end. I don't know. Mental health is definitely a plot device, and when used correctly can still be respectful of the millions of sufferers. I felt nothing respectful about the way the characters were portrayed in this novel, nothing redeeming, and, once again, feels like AI grabbing onto caricatures rather than creating nuanced writing.
I'm not going to get into the ending, but I didn't like it, and I'll leave it at that.
So, the novel had potential. The plot is generic, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. In the hands of someone else, I could have maybe, probably enjoyed it. This book just isn't it, and I recommend giving it a hard pass.