In earlier reviews I warned you I am a domestic thriller junkie. So now you get to hear about The Last Flight. An abused wife fleeing her husband trades tickets with a stranger also fleeing her old life on a whim. The abused wife then watches with horror as the plane she was supposed to be on is reported crashed, with no survivors. She decides to step into the other woman’s life at the other end of the swapped flight and finds more then she bargained for.
I’ll get this out of the way first- of course most of the plot in this book is utterly implausible. It’s a domestic thriller! You’re not reading it for a real life experience (or at least, you shouldn’t be. Wrong genre if that’s what you want). There are ridiculous coincidences and overwrought plot twists, and no part of the criminal justice system works as described in these pages.
That aside? Eh, it’s fine. I burned through it because I wanted to know what would happen. It’s certainly not rave worthy, but it kept me entertained while I shampooed the carpets of our apartment one day (new year, clean carpets). At the end of the day, it was the braindead distraction I needed as I moved all the furniture in our apartment, corralled angry cats into the bedroom, maneuvered an overly bulky carpet shampooer about, and confronted the harsh and disgusting reality of how gross our carpets were.
What more can you really ask from a book?