Hmmm. My first introduction to Liane Moriarty was the book “Big Little Lies”, which I seem to remember really enjoying. This is the fourth book I’ve read by Moriarty now, and I’ve got to say, I have mixed feelings about her books.
She seems to rely on a heavy dose of foreshadowing, teasing the reader along so that they have to stick around long enough to find out what it is that all the drama and worry is about. It’s gotten rather annoying. Then you, the reader, finds out, and there’s a certain, “That’s what all the fuss was about???” kind of feeling. But you keep reading. Because, by then, you’re just vested enough in the characters that the intricately woven web of human nature, cause and reaction, the humanity that she weaves keeps that book in your hand and your butt in the seat until it’s all worked out.
Part of me hates it. I feel tricked and duped by her evil little ploy. Yet, I find myself unable to put it down until I find out how it’s all worked out. It’s a sickness, really. Each time I tell myself I’ve read my last Moriarty book. But I always end up coming back for more. 4 stars and a woeful head shake (whether at myself or the author, I do not know).