This is a difficult review for me to write. I wanted so much to like this book and based on the back cover blurb it sounded like a book that would grab and hold my attention. Sadly it did not. Let me explain.
The opening chapter of the book finds a thirty-something woman named Lena checking the preparations for a Christmas dinner that she and her much older husband, Clyde, will be hosting. As she makes last minute adustments she is bemusing her own fate: her marriage choice, her empty life, her lack of a child, the banality of her existence. It should be setting the stage for what will follow. The back cover blurb tells us that “a crime is committed in their summer home”. Unfortunately I couldn’t make it to the point where the crime is committed. The story is told at a level of introspection that I found boring. There was too little action in the first fifty-plus pages to hold my interest. The entire thing read more like a philosophical essay than a novel.
The writing was well done in the format the author chose. It is easy to see that Ms. Petres Balogh is a highly educated individual who put much time, thought, and effort into her manuscript. And while this may be just the kind of book that some readers love, it was definitely not my kind of read.
Rating: 2 Stars