Synopsis:
Yesterday, I kissed my husband for the last time . . .
It’s the summer of 1959, and the well-trimmed lawns of Sunnylakes, California, wilt under the sun. At some point during the long, long afternoon, Joyce Haney, wife, mother, vanishes from her home, leaving behind two terrified toddlers and a bloodstain on the kitchen floor . . .
Review:
I enjoyed this book but not as much as I expected.
The setting really came alive for me in this story, I really felt I could picture being there.
The story for me centred around a distressing story and racial oppression, which didn’t make for the cheeriest read. However the mystery was enticing and it did draw me in to carry on reading.
Multiple view points are used throughout to try and engage the reader which sometimes just felt a little clumsy and confusing to me. I struggle with Mick’s POV and enjoyed Ruby’s the most.
To me, some of the actions were a little too convenient, almost as if it was written to drive the plot forward rather than be believable and realistic.
I felt the being dragged on a little too long for me and that it ended up just falling a little flat.
I’ve given this one a 3/5.
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