I’m not a total grump. I like some chick lit. Here’s proof! I like Liane Moriarty’s chick lit.
I honestly can’t tell if this is a great example of its genre (a genre I don’t like based on this example) or this book just isn’t that great.
I liked these characters. I was interested to see what was going to happen to them. I wish I knew them in real life.
It did keep me interested even if I pretty much figured out the shocking reveal early on (to be honest I had it pegged as one of two things and the thing it wasn’t is far darker and way more sinister than what it was, so I guess you should be glad I wasn’t the one writing this).