I keep reading psychological thrillers, and keep wanting to like them, and for the time I‘m reading them, they‘re entertaining enough, but I when I‘ve finished one, I always have a feeling of dissatisfaction. I can‘t pinpoint exactly why. Is it because the characters are generally so hateful I don‘t care what happens to them?
Anyway, this one doesn‘t buck the trend, I steamed through it, it‘s good for the genre. It‘s not the book, it‘s me.