See, this is where numeric ratings become tricky.

For the first 300 ish pages, I freaking loved this book. I laughed, I cried, I felt all the emotions and was so invested in where the story was going. But as it progressed, I started feeling less and less… I appreciated the craftmanship of the intricate web of relationships, grudges and secrets, but it started feeling like I was watching a soap opera that dragged out for too long. I found it easy to read, but not easy to pick up.

I was so sure this was going to be an absolute win for me, since everyone I’ve ever discussed it with have absolutely adored it. It was then strange to witness an overwhelming amount of 5/5 stars being thrown out in excitement by other members of the book club, while I could feel my own excitement flattening page after page. Was I really reading the same story as everyone else? Was there something wrong with me for not raving over this story? Maybe I was just not in the right head space? There was nothing I wanted more than finding a new favorite in this book, but sadly… I just couldn’t. For now I’m hoping for the latter and that there will come a day when I will reread this book and let it have its redemption.