“If you’re innocent you have nothing to fear. Right?”
Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Oh so wrong.
Nora, a crime fiction writer, gets an email one day inviting her to the Hen Party weekend (the British equivalent of a Bachelorette Party) of Clare Cavendish. This is a bit of a shock, as Nora has not seen Clare for 10 years. Back then, they were best friends and had been since they were in the first grade and the beautiful and popular Clare had chosen her, Leonora, Lee, to be her friend. Then, when they were sixteen, Something Happened and they never saw each other again. What could the motive be for this invite now? And now that Nora had rebuilt her life, why should she revisit the ugly past?
Well there’d be no book, that’s why. This first novel has got some crackerjack pacing, with deft movements backwards and forwards in time. This keeps the tension pretty high, urging you to turn the
pages faster and faster. In fits and starts you learn about the hen party, Nora and Clare’s pasts as well as the other attendees and theirconnection to the bride-to-be. All the while there’s this giddy nausea; everyone, including this reader, is shot back to those uncertain days of adolescence and the bitchfests birthed by raging hormones and tend
er psyches.
And it’s all set in this creepy glass house in the middle of the woods. Yeah, I’m pretty sure David Fincher is going to make a movie out of this baby.
