My first Freida McFadden—and I’m enthralled! I was initially skeptical about starting this, as I’d seen many mixed reviews of her prior works. I’m pleased to say I don’t regret picking this one up.
Debbie runs an advice column, offering guidance to the wives of New England who are seeking advices. Her husband, Cooper, seems to be hiding something—and, at the same time, so are her daughters. Dear Debbie stands as a remarkable story that weaves in layers of profound emotional weight—trust, acceptance, and ultimately, revenge.
The story is told through the voices of Debbie, Cooper, and Harley in first-person. One thing I struggled with is this narration style, as it often veers into a modern tone that feels less immersive and formal, instead bordering on the clinical. That said, the writing remained my least favorite aspect of the narrative, with the first 30% feeling somewhat dull. Still, I eventually warmed up to it.
What’s striking about this book is our protagonist. She’s resilient and intelligent. Yet one detail threw me off: Debbie apparently has an IQ of 178. Even considering that she studied computer science at MIT, I can’t help but reflect on how incredibly unrealistic this feels. Talk about authors and their tendency to go over the top. But that doesn’t mean I dislike her. She’s a character of remarkable complexity, with a backstory that brings in a wave of sorrow and vulnerability, making even her questionable actions feel somewhat justified. Besides her skewed moral compass, both she and Harley’s tendency to brag about their wrongdoings—if only to feel some temporary satisfaction—can be seen as a careless mistake that may ultimately lead to their downfall.
Moving on from the characters, the trajectory of the story is largely unsettling, with Debbie constantly on her ominous excursions. There’s nothing better than a good plot twist in a thriller, and Dear Debbie certainly delivers. I’ll be frank—I did not see it coming. Freida does an excellent job of keeping the eventual calamity hidden, making the revelation all the more shocking.
While some elements fell short, the escalating tension kept me on edge. The selfish temperaments of all three characters are unmistakable, but don’t fret—their unlikable traits are fully explained in the cataclysmic revelation at the end.
Beyond the thrilling moments, I found Debbie’s dynamic with her teenage daughters deeply relatable—especially with one of them the same age as me. This connection made the reading experience even more potent. Perhaps the reason why I enjoyed this so much is by this very emotional pull to the characters. By the ending, I must admit, I shed a few tears. This story is, to me, an incredible introduction to Freida’s books; and it’s definitely not going to be my last book of hers.
4.2 stars