Maybe my expectations are too high after how good The Kind Worth Killing was, but now I'm starting to think Swanson is the Dan Brown of the post-Gone Girl psychological mystery genre. He just got lucky once.

I had a ton of problems with this book - from laughably bad dialogue to way too much story told in summary to eye-rollingly improbable plot points - but most of all, it's a story that makes you deeply uncomfortable. Swanson seems to think creating sexual tension between teenage girls and old men, or between a teenage boy and a 50-year-old woman, or between a college kid and his stepmother is not just totally fine, but somehow alluring? Dude. No. No. NO!

Skip this. Read something better.