“We fulfill all Requests.”

Oh, it was a Tudor alright. Her special brand of twisting, veering, dashing apparent at every chapter close. Sometimes it feels like she’s running away from her own plot, through the woods with her story written on ribbons, grasped in her hands. Ducking this way and that through the trees, tangling around the trunks, just to end up in a clearing with what’s left of her story at the end. In the relative calm. They’re discombobulating for a reason, and you follow along and follow along, but you need to keep up.

The ending didn’t pack the typical punch I’ve come to expect with her thrillers. It was not without spark, just too at odds with the rest of the plot to pay the bill. 90% of the book based in relative believability supported by 10% …something else entirely.

3.5/5 She could shit on a shoe and I’d still read the brand of it, but I’m always gonna have an opinion ¯\_(ツ)_/¯