The Lost Girls by Heather Young

Interconnected storylines told in rotating chapters. We get Lucy’s diary entries about an old family secret and Justine’s real time story of saving herself and her kids from the mess she’s created.

I enjoyed the mystery for the most part. It’s nice to be impatient to turn the page – to get resolution. In the back of my mind, as i read, I was hoping that the big issue wouldn’t be what I thought it was. When the thing id been dreading came to pass I felt a little let down. From there on out the book felt a little shabby.

It has to be difficult to write a book like this. You spend 250 pages building toward this secret – this huge reveal. You have to give the people what they want. But there’s a balance, right? That place btw the humdrum and the ludicrous. Here I felt we tumbled ass-over-teakettle into the unbelievable.

Additionally (and this is a ME issue, guys) I could not stand Justine. I have a huge personality. I’m loud. I’m take-charge. No matter how I try I cannot connect with the mousy woman who is pushed around for 87% of a book before coming into her own. I wanted to shake this heifer til her teeth clacked together.

Still, not a bad book. The author did pretty things with imagery. The lake was every bit as large a character as Justine. I could feel the cold and the misery. I needed to know what happened to Emily. I’m glad I read it.

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