Okay, I want to start by saying that I do not want to discourage anyone from reading this book. Therefore, it's best you go into it blind and connect in your own way. I can see why so many enjoyed it, and it's not that I thought it was bad, per se, I just had so many issues with it that I could not connect and immerse myself the way I normally like to. Continue reading my review if you truly want to, but it will contain spoilers, and it's quite long. My apologies.
Spoilers ahead*********
So, I like to take notes on books I read as I go. The thing with that is, I only tend to do it when I have disappointing reactions to something. When a book sucks me in and puts me in a chokehold, I won't think twice about picking up my phone to jot down notes unless I think it's something...well, notable. Something I'd want to put in my review.
I had a lot of notes with this one, and I'm not a published author, merely an aspiring one, but I do know a thing or two about stories.
My first note was on Gabe. Dad escaping his responsibilities as a new dad because babies are hard. Gross. So, leave it all on the mom right. Mom is H's sister. My first disconnect started with Lincoln's--the H's--POV. We meet his sister first, and she's tired, bags under her eyes from being a new mom with no help. Then we soon meet Gabe who was sleeping on Lincoln's fishing boat because, you know, new baby. The picture that was painted of Gabe and his relationship with Lincoln was typical disliked brother in-law. But later, we find out that...Gabe is Lincoln's best friend? Nope. Not buying it. The scene had already been set that Gabe was a turd and Lincoln didn't like the guy his sister married, so I was unable to switch that opinion as the story went on.
As I continued reading, I noticed a lot of repetitive descriptors pertaining to the stomach/gut and chest. My chest tightened, my stomach tightened, my stomach dropped, spreads through my chest, my chest pulls tight, my stomach knots, my stomach cramps.... you get the picture. Maybe that's me being picky about liking a diverse usage of words.
The next thing I wasn't buying was Sloane being a good detective. First, Lincoln isn't a suspect, then he suddenly is. Okay, question everyone, totally get that. But the questions she had, told me she did zero research on the guy (or anyone) coming into this town. She would have had a file built--albeit with very little in it, perhaps--but she would have looked into names already given, and I assumed Lincoln's would be in there.
She wondered why his boat was so meticulously clean; a good detective might have attributed the cleanliness to him being a Navy SEAL, and that's how they were trained to do things, and sometimes that training follows them home. It wouldn't be a question-ending excuse, but it should have been an inner thought. All in all, this ends up being one of many missteps Detective Sloane makes as an FBI investigator. She was not good at her job. She just wasn't, distractions and lack of focus aside...no.
The next relationship I had trouble with was between him and his mom. Maybe it was that Lincoln was so closed off and grumpy (which I do love me a grump) that I had a tough time telling where everyone ranked. Was he standoffish with his mom and sister? Did he love them deeply? There didn't seem to be much of a caring or protective nature with him and them, and I was even waiting for him to go into panic mode about his mom since it was her small group of church friends getting killed off. It seemed like he never worried about her.
I tried to tell myself all my issues with the "crime solving" and "detective" parts of this story were being harshly criticized in my mind because 1) I just came off of reading the Mindf*ck series by ST Abby and that book was fricken perfection, and 2) I watch a lot of true crime and mystery/suspense thrillers, so maybe my standards are higher. Profiler Detective Sloane was not.
One issue I had was when a body turned up at the lighthouse, and the body was bagged before forensics got there. Uh, no. I will add that the PD was trying to thwart everything the FBI agents were doing, but this incident happened early on, and neither Sloane, nor her partner complained that the body was moved, messing up the crime scene. They complained about other things later, but not that scene. So, this is me still disconnected from the story.
I personally was not a fan of Alex's audaciousness. Flirting with his partner constantly when she's already told him in the past that it's not gonna happen. I mean, it's everything from the pet name to the linking fingers, and she lets him. Of course, it gets more irritating when the h and H start being a thing, whether they label it or say it's just a fling or not, this half-baked love triangle isn't my cuppa.
Sloane's personality fell a little flat for me, overall. She constantly let herself get steamrolled, and eventually I got used to her as a character, but I was looking for SOMEthing discerning. --Just me though, not necessarily a good or bad thing.
I can't remember how far into the book I was when I learned that Gabe was allegedly Lincoln's best friend, but in my notes I wasn't buying that either. Like I said, the picture had been painted, and it just didn't make sense. They didn't jive with each other, or me.
I guessed a twist early on. As soon as a couple small nuggets were dropped, I connected the dots and knew that Sloane was Morgan. Turns out, Sloane is her last name, and we are lead to believe it is her first with the way everyone uses it, but Detectives are commonly referred to by their surnames, so that was fine that we didn't know her first name. I still guessed that she was the missing Morgan, and that was somewhere around...40%ish? Give or take? With that twist nailed, the fact that it was draaaaawn out for so long, had me disconnected from that as well. I mean, she went to her "parents'" house for pictures to prove to Lincoln that she wasn't who he thought she was, but somehow gets distracted and doesn't do much of anything. She asks for a box of pictures, forgets to go through them with her parents like she said she wanted to, and then...yeah.
As a detective, you overthink things because that's you're job, and while she wasn't investigating HER past or role in this, I feel like a good detective would have questions just reeling in her head about that stuff. She had said before she couldn't remember anything about her childhood; wouldn't that have you cultivating new questions in your mind? Even if they weren't important at the time, someone who is trained to be suspicious of all things would reactively be thinking about how weird this all is.
A lot of things that happened fell flat for me. I saw opportunities during scenes that never came to fruition, and I came to the conclusion that maybe my own mind is more twisted than I give it credit for. With the mention of Morgan's mom having a mental illness, and Sloane/Morgan having headaches all the time, sharp pains and recurring nightmares, hearing a voice telling her to run--all of which was just her memories trying to break free--I thought something way more sinister had happened. But there were many times I hoped something would happen, something to drive the plot or give me some action, and it didn't always. I feel like the book could've been shorter in this aspect.
Since I guessed who Sloane/Morgan was early, any nuggets dropped thereafter just made me agitated that we weren't moving on yet from that. Turns out, we wouldn't be moving past that for quite some time. And by moving past, I'm not insinuating that she just accept that as the truth and move on. I struggle with this, because while yes, she should have been focused on the case, this was hanging her up. If she was denying it, refuting the possibility, she should have searched for the truth harder. Something to concretely disprove what Lincoln was saying. This is potentially a me problem more than a critique on the book. I would not have been able to sleep or to settle until I put that shit to rest. Once I found no childhood pictures in that box, I would have been calling my parents up, asking to see ones younger. I wouldn't have rested until that was done. Again, probably just me; she was trying to focus on the case too.
In the beginning, we learned that Lincoln worked investigative cases during his time with the Navy SEALS, and I thought we'd see his skills come into play somewhere, but they never really did.
I want to give insane props to the steam in this book though. So well written and definitely fire. But dammit if I wasn't irked about her telling him she's his and then backpedaling that later, bound and determined to keep it a fling. She was so flippant about leaving him after they'd shared so much and she admitted she wanted him. The back and forth with this was nonsensical. Push and pull in enemies to lovers is expected, but this was whiplash. Like when she said she was just using Lincoln for the time being. Not cool. I personally knock points off of a character's character when someone uses someone else like that.
What was funny about her saying that, is two pages later, she said her soul needs his. Which is it, lady? You're using him and this is nothing or it's something much more? Cripes.
Another bad detective moment was when they arrested Klepsky. Yes, we don't like the guy, but some nuggets were dropped that he may have been one of the abused, so his animosity the whole time sorta kinda made sense. Now, I get that he would have been arrested no matter what because they found evidence in his desk and trunk, but a good detective would've seen how shit like that was just too easy. So easy that it seemed like planted evidence. The thought never crossed anyone's mind to my knowledge. I knew Klepsky was innocent, and here's another confession: I already started to suspect Gabe a while back, but thought, nah, that would really suck. That'd be dirty pool. He has a new baby and is a husband... But the more and more we went, the more I knew it was him because of how often he went "missing."
Still, I had to see it all play out. I had to know what happened with Morgan and her Mom. Why she doesn't remember anything, and why someone went after them.
So, good ol' Gabe is the killer, having been a victim when he was young and very, very jaded and traumatized by it, and most importantly, resentful toward those who either hid it or didn't notice it happening--aka, Lincoln always been busy with Morgan; the church ladies sweeping it under the rug. There were a few things I expected/hoped would happen in this scene, but it didn't end up going how I thought it might. For some reason, I thought, wouldn't it be awesome if Mr. Jensen saved her? A heartwarming and heart wrenching reunion between father and daughter? Eh, as I read on, it was probably best it didn't work out that way, I suppose. I wanted something more intense, though.
Also, there was a gunshot that Lincoln heard, except...no one was shot? Did Gabe shoot one into the air? During Sloane/Morgan's POV he pulls the trigger pointing it at her, but she's never shot. The fact that a gun went off, prompting Lincoln and Paul to run toward it was never addressed. I was confused. And this happened a few times throughout the book, making it feel disjointed a bit. Something would happen, and then in the next scene, it was as if it never happened. Like the writers forgot to go back and read where they left off or something.
Then, after Gabe is subdued and arrested, Lincoln and Morgan just...GO HOME?! What?!! She just solidly came to terms with who she was and how she got there, and knows Paul is her dad for sure, and she just...leaves? I'm not okay with that. She certainly doesn't have to go running into his arms or anything, but at least acknowledge him somehow, tell him they'll talk later. He literally turns around and goes home knowing his daughter, whom he's been missing dearly for 18 years, is alive and has returned, but she leaves and doesn't go to him until THREE WEEKS LATER. Something about that bothered me. And did the memories returning stop? Two years later in the epilogue, and she still has no memories of her dad because it's mentioned their relationship is strained but getting there...
I want to address what happened when Morgan went back to Portland to investigate things with her parents--apparently, not parents. She has the right reaction. She's angry as all get out at what they did, and what they did was abhorrent. They faked adoption papers after she was brought into the hospital where her "aunt" worked, and her aunt, what? Called her dad up to say there is a kid without parents here and no memory, you want her? Wha...what? That is unrealistic in itself due to the fact that anyone assisting the child at the time, police, EMT, nurses, doctors, would have reported a child with no parents and no memory. Unless her aunt somehow acted quickly without anyone else knowing, which is a whole other problem.
But here is where I took some offense to how this played out. After she leaves the attic in her not-parents home with the truth (I would have straight up left and not wanted to be around any of them), she goes into the kitchen to sit and chill for a minute. Her "dad" comes and sits down and proceeds to GUILT TRIP HER with ultrasound photos of pregnancy losses he and his wife suffered, claiming he would do anything to give his wife the family she wanted (including something dreadfully illegal).
I have lost two daughters.
One at 36 weeks (third trimester), and the other died in my arms after she was born at 32 weeks. Using that grief--grief that I know wholeheartedly--as an excuse to kidnap a child, was not cool at all or a good enough excuse, if that's what his little chat was meant for (I was unsure). Was that confession supposed to tug at my heartstrings enough that I wouldn't think *too* ill of her not-parents? Oh, take it easy on them because they went through unimaginable heartbreak. No, I know that heartbreak. I know what child loss feels like. It's soul shattering, and what's ironic, is that after they experienced those losses and knew the pain of losing a child, they took someone else's. They took Paul's daughter; they made another parent suffer in the way they suffered. The police in Portland would have worked to find her family despite the memory loss had they followed protocol properly at the hospital she was admitted to.
I know, I know, that's akin to saying, yeah, and the One Ring should have been dropped into Mordor in the beginning, but then we'd never have The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings.
But I digress.
So, back to the ending.
I forgot to mention that when Lincoln figured everything out, he was presumably alone in the house with just baby Charlie, but then left to find Morgan...leaving baby Charlie alone.
I'm also not sure Gabe's claim that he didn't want the same things to happen to his son was the answer to my 'what's his motivation after 18 years' question. You'd think someone would've done this sooner? Or it could've been mentioned that he tried to work through it all these years but it ate at him and drove him mad. I don't know. Could just be me wanting more complexity there.
I worried for Daisy. Morgan and Lincoln pull up to the house to find Daisy pacing the porch. I assume she knows something at this point, but Lincoln takes Morgan inside first? For crying out loud! He should have said something to his sister, "I'll be right back, it's going to be okay" or he could have let Morgan take herself in because she said she was fine, and stayed with Daisy. That was odd to me.
My last critique, and I seriously feel like an asshole for picking apart a story like this, was that a major plot point was never addressed. It was mentioned in the beginning that Morgan had been kidnapped by a serial killer and held hostage for days, but...was her telling the therapist that she was fine the truth about that then? That being held hostage really hadn't affected her? Except it had when Lincoln pinned her in that lighthouse. He briefly mentions he's going to find out why she's had that reaction, and he never does. It's never brought up again. Something that felt important just cast aside.
The epilogue was weird too. I was mislead into thinking she was pregnant. I did love that Alex had a way with Charlie, but I wouldn't read a book about him and Daisy if it was going to be enemies to lovers. Nope. The lady has been through enough, and I don't want to see all that anger channeled into Alex. He doesn't deserve to be her punching bag; that's a therapist's job. Not every dang romance book has to be everyone hates each other all the time. Resistance to love? Sure, but I won't be here for the angry at Alex and the world Daisy. Anger is fine, but it would have to be balanced somehow. Her working through it. I'd enjoy a book where Alex's love helps to repair her broken heart as she struggles to accept what's happened. He is a hopeless romantic, and I'd hate to see him be the recipient of her wrath and lashing out, even if she doesn't mean it maliciously (this is all me just speculating that there could be another book, so don't take this as a critique, really).
I don't know. I wanted to like it, and I think others will absolutely love all the plot twists and the mystery, but I could not, for the life of me, connect with this story. It was choppy, disjointed, the h didn't have much personality, and there were small holes here and there in the writing. It could just be me. Maybe once I felt the disconnect and stayed disconnected, it made me biased for the rest of the book. I'm sorry. I hate acting like I'm some high and mighty book critic, because I'm not. I just had a tough time with this one and it was a long book to invest in for me to not feel it the entire way through.