Kaufman has delivered excellence once again*. But then, after eight books, I’ve come to expect nothing less. Quite a tall pedestal to be perched on, but he never wobbles off.
He has an amazing way of making you realise who the perpetrator is very early on. But instead of leaving you thinking, now what?, he pulls you right into that perpetrator’s wile and guile as he tests those around him—and those desperately seeking answers. It’s almost like reading a story backwards, and Kaufman manages it to perfection.
When a wife goes missing, the usual suspect is someone close to her, like, say the husband. Unless, of course, you’re Lucas, who thinks he’s very clever. Or is he just confused? And despite knowing what he knows, the reader is constantly made to doubt what they think they know. (See About the Book below.)
The biggest regret at the end of any Kaufman book is that you’ve finished it. You get sucked in by every single character and want to stay with them for a lot longer.
Bloody brilliant.
Again.
* Provided by BookSirens
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