I was falling in love, and it hurt like hell.
This was all right. A mystery-esque, paranormal-ish, sort of romance? Though, the things I liked about this book had nothing really to do with the mystery, the paranormal elements, or the romance, really. I liked the setting; 90s London. I guess I just haven't read a book like this in a while, with this particular kind of lesbian socialising and friendship circles, and landlines and answering machines still being a thing. It's a weirdly specific thing to enjoy but hey. I did! I also really liked our main character, and some of the thoughts and insights she had about depression and self-image and confidence and death and guilt were just really spot on and relatable. I won't spoil, but the particulars of her relationship with her current roommate and her gf who passed away was really kind of fascinating. I guess I enjoyed the romance, though it honestly didn't figure very much in the book. I liked how eerie and kind of sinister everything about Turner was for a while, even while we (and Gil) were still enthralled with her.
But in the end, the larger elements of the plot just didn't work for me, with the whole mystery/ghost thing, and I sort of just found myself going 'huh???' at the end. It's not that I didn't understand what happened, I just don't think all the connecting links were written well, and I also just... didn't care that much to be very honest. The beginning was very good, and I really like the author's style, and how Gil narrated her story, but by the end I was just like. What was the point.
Listened to the audiobook as read by Elizabeth Shelley, which was pretty good. The production quality was poor, but it honestly didn't impede my enjoyment much. It helps that I just generally enjoy British accents, no matter where they're from.
This isn't the first I've read from this author, and I'm definitely willing to give her another try. This one just didn't completely work for me.