Three stars from me means I believe the author has achieved all they set out to, but that I personally didn’t fall in love with the book.
One thing I did really appreciate was that, for me, this book encapsulates perfectly the warning we are always given about writing in first person - it has the advantage of letting the reader directly into the mind of the protagonist which allows us to examine thoughts, feelings and motives more specifically, but it means if a reader dislikes the character there’s a danger they’ll lose interest.
And, oh, my, did I find the protagonist, Rachel Goodchild, tedious. At first I was engaged by her off-kilter observations. For the first third of the book I assumed she was going to be an unreliable narrator who was justifying nefarious deeds to herself and, therefore, to us as readers. But, no. She turned out really to be trying to justify what she told us she was at the start - her distant relationship from her daughter, Lizzie.
And, unfortunately, I found Lizzie even more tedious. As a librarian myself, I initially thought I would be drawn into her world at the library more, but, no. Partly because we only see Lizzie through her mother’s self-obsessed eyes, the library, Lizzie’s flat, her friends, and her budding new romance are glimpsed very opaquely. Her distance is put down by Rachel to feeling her mother was more interested in her than in her career. Well ... I’m not convinced. The world is peopled by busy professionals and their children who grow up to understand their parents were just ordinary humans doing the best they could. Is Lizzie then just particularly childish and unaccepting? Is she a bit rude and odd? Or is it because we can only see her through Rachel’s eyes? Maybe Lizzie is distant because her mother is so self-obsessed she needs to protect herself? I don’t know. What I do know is we are treated to a portrait of a very rude, disobliging woman whom I find it impossible to believe would be employed by any library.
Ditto Rachel’s husband. Are we supposed to see him as controlling? All that wrist-holding and the marital rape scene. I mean, I know what I feel about it, but I’m not sure what I was meant by the author to feel?
And then the patient himself. Again, is it Rachel’s self-obsession or is he really the shallow stereotype he seems?
All in all, it’s clear to me that this is a good book if, unlike me, you can get along with or at least not object to Rachel’s thought processes. It’s very well-written, and despite the odd backstory of two of the main characters, very believable. I just wish I had found Rachel, her viewpoint, and, because we only have her viewpoint, therefore all the other characters, less tedious. Mea culpa, perhaps. 🤷🏻♀️
Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC.