Enough, it’s be done already, Gillian Flynn beat y’all to it. I hate how many thrillers these days same to rely on the tired old trope of a woman turning out to be crazy, even though we read her first person account all the way through and she seemed sane up until 3/4 of the way through the book. I’m happy to report that we don’t have any of the typical ‘unreliable female narrator’ characters in this book, even though we hear mainly from women about women (which was a nice change actually, seeing women through other women’s eyes, rather than women through men’s eyes). With a bunch of women surrounding this case, it will come as no surprise that this baby is biologically connected to one of them, but which one? And how did the baby die in the first place? All these questions (and many others) slowly emerge as the pages turn, and although I had a general inkling of what may have happened, I was still shocked and satisfied by the ending. With the exception of a small part at the very end, we alternate between four women’s perspectives Kate, the reporter who decides to write about the case of the baby bones, Emma, a young woman with an unexplainable interest in these bones, Jude, Emma’s narcissistic mother, and Angela, a mother who still grieves her kidnapped child from decades ago. Author Fiona Barton, Photo by Jenny Lewis
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