Unfortunately, one of the dumbest and most boring books I've read in some time. Warning: the following review will contain profanity, because the main character was such an insufferable moron it took everything I had not to throw my Kindle across the room.
This should not have been sold as a thriller. More like 300 pages of Caroline blathering on about her adulterous affair with Carl.
The entire premise is based on characters behaving in ways that don't resemble any earth-bound logic.
Entering into a house swap without any idea of the person you're swapping with? Huh? I don't use AirBnB, so maybe it works that way, but it seems like a veeeeeeeeeeeery risky endeavour not to meet the person who's going to be living in your fucking apartment for a week. Here's how the scenario would have played out if they'd taken that initial logical step:
Caroline and Francis meet up with the person they'll be swapping with:
Sandra: Hi, we're swapping houses.
Francis: Honey, she pretended to be my patient and told me about how you ran over her daughter.
Caroline: Oh. Sorry about killing your daughter, Sandra, but we won't be house swapping with you.
Okay, so we come to the alternate scenario that the book takes, where Caroline and Francis don't have any idea who they've swapped with. Caroline comes to suspect they've swapped with Carl, a man she had an affair with two years earlier, but whose relationship was cut off, based on what appears to be a serious incident in their past. Now, Francis is well aware of the affair. They've spent two years rebuilding from that and his addiction to (unidentified) drugs that basically drove Caroline into the affair in the first place. Here's what could have happened if Caroline used normal person logic:
Caroline: I think this house actually belongs to Carl, and he's in our apartment, and I don't know what he's up to.
Francis: Let's go back there now and I'll kick that fucker's ass.
But, no. Caroline thinks Francis wouldn't be able to handle this reminder of Carl, for some reason, even though they've had two years to work on this. In any case, when Caroline discovers it's a woman in the apartment (but doesn't yet know who it is), here's what could have happened:
Caroline: The person staying in our apartment is a woman, and she's pretending to be Carl. Isn't that weird and creepy?
Francis: Let's go back there now and I'll kick that fucker's ass.
Of course, it turns out that the person they've swapped with is the mother of a teenager that Caroline ran over and killed (see above), which Carl took the rap for to protect her, and the reason they could never see each other again despite being madly, madly, madly in love. But surely the next logical scenario would have been:
Caroline: Honey, I ran over a teenage girl and killed her the last time I was with Carl, and now that girl's mother is in our apartment plotting nefarious things.
Francis: Oh, yeah. She pretended to be my patient and told me everything. I've been waiting for you to confess. Well done! Let's go back there now and kick that fucker's ass.
In any case, I just couldn't buy into it, and all I was left with was Caroline behaving like a complete and utter moron, blathering on some more about how all these different things reminded of her all powerful love affair with Carl. For example, finding an attic and exploring it to see if she can learn more about Carl (this is still at the stage where she thinks they've swapped with him), when it was just as easy to go back to her apartment and fucking ask him herself face to face! In fact, no matter
who
she thought was in her apartment, I couldn't for the life of me understand why she just didn't
go back there and see what was going on
. It was just too, too stupid.
Also, how is it possible that Francis didn't even know that Carl had gone to jail? Hit-and-runs and the driver's prison sentences are usually leading news items because of journalism's if-it-bleeds-it-leads mentality. Also, Carl operated in circles close to them, so news would have got back to him eventually, especially since this is around the time he started kicking his drug addiction.
And if Sandra knew the truth about her daughter's death, why not go to the police? Instead, she's somehow managing to locate good real estate conveniently close to one of her targets and buying a fucking house to get her revenge. Seems excessive.
The chapters from Francis' point of view are close to pointless. Sure, we eventually get the reveal that Sandra visited him and confessed all, but that little event didn't make those previous chapters have any relevance.
And after all this long, slow build-up, is there any suspense or any sort of pay-off? No. None! Sandra briefly considers killing Caroline's son Eddie as revenge, but realises she could never do that and hangs herself instead. Pretty anti-climactic.
This was a dull domestic soap opera. If you were being kind, you could call it a character study. But it was NOT a thriller. There was no suspense. It was mostly Caroline carrying on about how wonderful Carl was and how everything reminded her of him. I was very, very bored throughout. The characters were stupid, I didn't like any of them, and their actions made no sense.