I know that this novel was one of the most popular ones released this year, but I just didn’t enjoy it as much as most people seemed to. Don’t get me wrong. The book was interesting and it was somewhat well written, but there was just so much about it that I didn’t like.
It was so easy to figure out that Amy was not quite what she seemed, and what had really happened. The mystery element just wasn’t really all that mysterious. Predictablility in mysteries is a very, very bad thing.
I loathed almost every single character in the book, not just the main ones. All of them seemed positively revolting. The worst character was Amy. She was just a horrible person. She wasn’t just a sociopath, she was a dangerous, narcissistic sociopath. If she were a Criminal Minds character, the BAU would basically be telling the local cops that if they ran into her, they would probably have to kill her. She had no redeeming qualities. And her sob story about how her parents dehumanized her by making her and every mistake she made into a book character that everyone could judge? I didn’t feel sympathetic toward her.
And Nick? Poor Nick. He had an abusive father and a sainted mother. He also had a twin with whom he seemed to have a semi-incestuous relationship with. While I pitied him for marrying a sociopath, I found him to still be a despicable jerk who was somewhat deserving of the plot that his crazy wife came up with.
These were miserable people who deserved their misery-filled lives. The only people who didn’t deserve this level of misery were the readers. The only reason that I felt compelled to keep reading was, like with other books I’ve read, I wanted to see just how messed up the story would end up being.
Oh, and this an odd warning, but it’s an important one nonetheless. If you’re prone to migraines, you might want to seriously reconsider reading this book. By about a quarter of the way in, I had one of the worst migraines that I’ve ever had. And for me, that is saying something.