I certainly do not find it enjoyable to read about the main character with no brain power, no critical thinking abilities & little going for them in terms of personality or depth. It is even more utterly frustrating when said character brings about the demise of a long-con murder plot which is resolved by their ability to be at the right place at the most acutely perfect time, no thanks to their inabilities to read the room. To top all of this off; if I had to read one more character say: “let it go”,…I might have totally lost my mind.
The reader is introduced to Isobel Floyd, a thirty-something mother of two (2) children under the ages of seven (7), married to a successful city architect; living in a corner of the countryside surrounded by neighbours with whom she has never had anything to do, save for exchanging a passing greeting. We follow Isobel’s point of view as she navigates the habitual dullness of her privileged middle-class life as a stay-at-home mom working as an aesthetician part-time from her home. From the introductory chapter, it is evident that this book struggles to find its tone. The writing is choppy & evokes a difficulty in settling itself in a way as to render the reader interested in any of the plot or the characters.
Isobel reads like an absolute moron. This is partly due to the writing as we spend an absolutely glorified amount of time reading repetitive events. For example, she tells her client that she’s never been inside the house of Number 2 The Close, then we read about her inner monologue repeating said fact to the reader a couple of pages later when Linette brings up the topic. This same thing happens repeatedly throughout the story. An event will transpire or a character will express something, whether to themselves (inner monologue) or in a shared dialogue, then we re-read this same thought or event a couple of pages later & it is always presented to us as though for the first time.
This resulted in my feeling as though Isobel did not have a clue as to what was going on in the reality around her because she would have conversations with her kids & then totally lapse & seem beyond stunned when they would bring up the exact thing we were just reading about, again, a couple of pages later. I appreciate that mothers have a lot on their plates & it is not ridiculous to acknowledge that they wouldn’t/can't remember every little detail. However, bringing up the fact that Linette was visiting Josie’s home while her kids were around, more than twice, was insulting to everyone. Events lose their suspense & carry little weight in terms of reinforcing the genre when they are not properly employed.
Another reason that I found Isobel’s character so poorly in terms of traditional intelligence was due to her focus on such inconsequential aspects of life. She states she doesn't want to be a housewife from the 1950s then explains that she has no problem fulfilling the role because she wanted to spend time with her children. Fine, that’s wonderful, we can leave it at that. Unfortunately, we then have the entirety of the story to work through in which Isobel rehashes her decision to quit her job to be a stay-at-home-mom; we get it, you quit your job, there are only so many times we can go over this event before it reads as Isobel having nothing going on in her life so she overly fixates on past events & things of no consequence.
If you’re unhappy because you want to return to the workplace, make a change, & choose what you want. We should not be spending the entirety of the story fixated on this one decision. Isobel reads like a 10-year-old child filling the role of an adult parent, put on for a school production of a familial-based drama. She felt completely inauthentic & by the end of the book, I found her thought process insulting. You’re really going to apply for a job at the firm where your criminal husband used to work? Do you have no pride? Do you not feel that you have an ounce of self-worth? Evidently not because we had to read chapters on end about her random babbling about her ‘brave’ husband who only ever told her to ‘let it go’ any time she brought up any topic of conversation.
There is a lot of work left to be done in terms of editing. I often came across grammar errors, & sentence structure problems which rendered it to feel as though it were poorly translated rather than demonstrating a clear flow of thoughts & plot development. There were times when character names were employed in error. However, these are things that can be dealt with during a diligent editing process. So, should you decide to read this book after publishing, take this part with a grain of salt for, these kinks might have been worked out by said time.
Though this book might fall under the Mystery & Thriller genres, I found that much of what might attribute it to them fell flat. For example, when Isobel questions how Linette would have known that she & Mike were away for three (3) days. Rather than look at this situation as a creepy questioning from a person you barely know, one might simply grasp the fact that Linette has no job, she lives directly across the street from Isobel & Mike, who have two (2) children who most probably play outside when the weather permits. Therefore, it’s not far-fetched to think that Linette might have noticed the kids playing with a grandmother-type rather than either of their parents, therefore deducing that they were away. The same could be said for almost every other situation in which reflective questioning is brought-up.
Much of my review centres around Isobel as she was the main character & narrator of the story. However, Linette did have her own chapters on occasion & therefore merits some criticism as well. As a character who was meant to come across as secretive, conniving, vengeful & smart, the mark was severely missed. Instead, Linette reads like a teenager on the cusp of an emotional fit. I appreciate that she got sober & had little time left with two of her family members but, that doesn’t mean that every single neighbour is to blame because your sister was unwell. Mona having Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) was no one’s responsibility but her own.
Mona’s son being bludgeoned to death was cast aside by the fault of the investigating bodies. It would have been fairly obvious that Wilson was bludgeoned & not simply hit by a vehicle on a residential street. However, no one seemed to put forth any work in solving the case because if they had, they would have taken note that a neighbour had their car in a mechanics shop the day after the assault. We have to wait for Isobel to randomly find a receipt for something the police could have garnered by simply doing basic investigative work. Then we have to read about Linette wanting to enact revenge for her family members. What was her plan? Was she going to kill people? What happened when you found out who killed Wilson? What was the actual thought process behind moving to this neighbourhood & causing an uproar? It doesn’t bring anyone back. If anything, it resulted in the worst-case scenario for her.
This review could rave on forever; why was Mike brought into custody for the hammer (murder weapon) whereas Isobel was left to her own devices? She also lived in the house, she also had ample time to either commit or assist in the murder yet, no one cared. What was the purpose of introducing the green burial site, it brought nothing to a story which was already walking in circles because Isobel could only focus on her superficial complaints. Why did we have to read about Isobel constantly presenting what she knew as being truths she could not reveal to the police, only for her to spill her guts two phrases later? This brought no conflict, & induced no suspense, it was simply annoying to read & rendered me frustrated in her inability to gauge the importance of information she was going out of her way to collect.
Overall, I didn’t enjoy this book. I laughed when I shouldn’t have been laughing & I read on in the hopes that something might actually come of the story. This book requires a lot of editing & proofreading. The characters require more depth as, where it stands, they appear one-dimensional with few redeeming factors to entice a reader to connect. When the editing is done, this story could have the potential to be a good teen read. However, there is a long way to go, in my opinion, before that can be achieved.
Thank you to NetGalley, Inkubator Books, & Miranda Rijks for the free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!