This is a thriller that
should be bought only if the reader has a particular diversionary
need in mind.
As it is essentially a
three-handed epistolary novel in which the events take place in a
handful of locations it is not, despite the suggested questions at
the back, suitable for a book club, particularly if the other readers
are prone to comments such as “I wish I had the bravery to buy
cushions like that”.
Nor is it ideal for a
sufferer of SAD who is looking for a novel to help him through a
Tuesday evening in November because the story does not fully engage
the intellect. It could, therefore, make the sufferer feel worse as
he might to start to question his decision making.
However, its short
sentences and punchy style make it close to ideal for readers who are
facing a journey and, for whatever reason, crave an easy to read
distraction. I read half of it whilst I was lightly toasted on a
Saturday evening train from Birmingham and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I'd say it was the
perfect thriller to buy at Birmingham New Street station at 8pm on a
Saturday night.
