I recently found myself in a mood to read a thriller - at best, they're engaging, very readable, and just plain fun. I'm quite picky about the thrillers that I read, though, possibly because it's just not my preferred genre.

This book was promising in the beginning. We have the protagonist, a confused mother caught in the crossfire of society's pressure on mothers, her husbands expectations, and her own depression, confusion, and loneliness. That was interesting.

The book had potential, it had things to say, but for me, it was very mediocre. I guessed the twists early on. I found the mental illness rep of this one specific condition to be pretty terrible, at best cringe-y. But I did want to find out what would happen. The ending was too long as the author wanted to explain absolutely everything.