I’m gonna be honest. I’m not really a big fan of British novels, for various reasons. For starters, the “accent” in my head while I’m reading is not pretty. I try to avoid reading it with an accent but since I’m fully aware that they’re British, it’s a bit hard. Plus, there are instances when they’d throw in characters who are Irish or Scottish so the whole accent fiasco gets even worse.
Then, there’s my issue with not fully knowing or understanding the British way of life and culture. I’ve been watching American movies and TV shows and have been reading mostly American novels so I’m pretty familiar with their lifestyle. With Brits, though, it’s a foreign territory. So it’s kind of hard to immerse myself into their world.
Or maybe I just lack imagination. Either way, I’m not a fan.
But this one was a bit of a surprise because I actually did like it. I don’t recall reading even a single “bloody something” on here which was a bit of a shock to me.
Ten years after her teenage daughter disappears, a woman crosses paths with a charming single father whose young child feels eerily familiar, in this evocative, suspenseful drama from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jewell—perfect for fans of Paula Hawkins and Liane Moriarty.
Ellie Mack was the perfect daughter. She was fifteen, the youngest of three. She was beloved by her parents, friends, and teachers. She and her boyfriend made a teenaged golden couple. She was days away from an idyllic post-exams summer vacation, with her whole life ahead of her.
And then she was gone.
This wasn’t like any of the other mystery novels that I’ve read before. There was no plot thickening moments and there was really no anticipation for a big reveal because you actually already know what’s happening. Heck, even part of the synopsis (the part which I did not bother putting on here) that’s on Goodreads already gives away some of the major plots.
I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing as a whole in the context of it supposedly being a mystery but for me, it’s like you’re in on the secret and you’re just waiting for the shit to hit the fan.
Halfway through reading this, I already knew what was going on, save for a few minor details here and there. The only thing that kept me going is that part where everyone finally finds out the big secret (or secrets).
To be honest, there was no thrill. And I might end up forgetting this story a few months down the road. It’s like one of those Criminal Minds or CSI episodes where the killer is already revealed from the start and you’re just waiting for the police to catch him. Kinda like that.
I really like it. It’s a surprisingly easy read, too. (I’ve always had this notion that British novels would be hard to read. Silly me, of course.) And it may have just changed my mind about my lack of interest towards British novels.
My Mystery Week Book #6: Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell. (Not sure if I can actually manage to post a book review for the rest of the week but here’s to hoping.)
It’s Mystery Week on Goodreads and I’ve decided to join in on the fun and feature/review some Mystery novels on this blog for an entire week.
Check out my 2020 Reading Challenge — a growing list of books that I read this year.