This book was interestingly structured and the chapters written in the dead girl’s voice held my interest as opposed to the ones narrated by Kate. These were slow and annoyingly middle-class. Both narrators were of the unreliable kind, and that led to the plot being disjointed and too many silences which didn’t ring true.
The problem was that it was just much of the same idea regurgitated ad nauseam: domestic violence in respectable homes. It doesn’t surprise any more. It has become one of those safe, trendy table topics after Before I go to Sleep and I Let You Go hit the market and our collective conscience.