This is just the kind of book I like to read – it’s a bit dark, there’s an air of mystery and a feeling that there is more going on but you are not being told. And there you have it – it’s an unreliable narrator born out of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie.
This story features a most unsatisfactory marriage – one of the couple use sex as the answer to everything. And then you realise it is not just the answer for her it is also the question.
She appears to be a professor of psychology with no idea how research and ethical approval is supposed to function. She has pinned all her hopes professionally on something that could only ever had caused her to crash and burn. And it did. Twice. Only the second time was a little too literal.
This story kept me interested when when I was annoyed with the characters – I was annoyed with purely because you can see that they are not acting in their own best interest.
There’s murder, suspense, and plenty to keep you interested.
Even when you think you have a handle on it and can see what is coming there’s another twist.
Who was the most twisted character in the story? Who knows. They were all in competition for that title.
The epilogue was a cold look in the rear view mirror whilst driving straight back to the beginning.
I would definitely recommend this.