Another book that I finished with the thought, "what the hell did I just read?" - and not in a good way.
For the most part, I enjoyed The Wives by Fisher, and I thought this one sounded promising as well.
Unfortunately, I can't come up with too many great things to say about it. It starts slow, never really picks up, the plot is all over the map, too many references to losing bodily functions (why?!), and the characters are all a bit too dysfuctional as well. Winnie Crouch and her husband Nigel, both seem to be detached, crazed beings who have serious marital issues and a ton of other family drama surrounding Winnie's twin brother, Dakota. Their son, Sam, is caught in the middle of it all, but comes across as rather blasè. And then there's Juno, a homeless woman, who is actually living in the crawl space of Winnie and Nigel's house, undetected and listening to everything that goes on in the house (eye roll). Juno stalks the Couches and their living spaces, and in so doing, becomes convinced that Sam is not their biological child, which sets in motion a bizarre chain of cataclysmic events.
In the end, there was pretty much zero excitement, as it was pretty easy to figure out where Fisher was headed from the beginning. When the "twist" finally came, it was weird with too many holes in the details - way too many things mentioned and then left behind. This one barely broke the 2-star mark for me. All of my fabulous GR friends will have to give Fisher's next book over-the-top glowing reviews before I will even consider reading it, as this one left a bad taste in my mouth.