Before I went on holiday, I decided that my holiday read needed to be another one of Liane Moriarty’s books after how much I enjoyed Big Little Lies. I find her books are a “mood”, and usually they tick the boxes of that mood: scandal, anticipation, social and domestic decay.
With her skilful use of flashbacks blended with the present day, I was ploughing through the book, so eager to find out what had happened on “the day of the barbecue” – a day that has affected parents, children, neighbours, marriages and friendships alike.
Unfortunately, as soon as I found out what had happened, I felt like the book lost its flare. Like it was so dependent on the thrill of absent information that as soon as we had all the puzzle pieces, the picture itself was average. That said, the characters are plucked from reality and resound with truths and complexities that everyone could empathise with.
So maybe have a read and see if you disagree with me. I hope you do, because I’m disappointed that this is how I feel – it really was excellent until about three quarters of the way in.