My reading tastes have changed of late, long gone is my love of chick lit, Becky Bloomwood of Shopaholic fame, once my favourite book series is behind me (in fact she infuriates me now) and now I'm more likely to be found reading Gone Girl with a little dystopian literature thrown in for good measure.
It was Poppy Dinsey's video that highlighted this book to me and I subsequently requested it from the library, three failed books in and I finally turned to The Kind Worth Killing and breathed a sigh of relief at having found a book that I'm enjoying and subsequently finished in two days.
Delayed in London, Ted Severson meets a woman at the airport bar. Over cocktails they tell each other rather more than they should, and a dark plan is hatched - but are either of them being serious, could they actually go through with it and, if they did, what would be their chances of getting away with it?
Back in Boston, Ted's wife Miranda is busy site managing the construction of their dream home, a beautiful house out on the Maine coastline. But what secrets is she carrying and to what lengths might she go to protect the vision she has of her deserved future?
A sublimely plotted novel of trust and betrayal, The Kind Worth Killing will keep you gripped and guessing late into the night.
Whilst I have no intention of sharing spoilers, and anything additional I might 'give away' is revealed in the first chapter if you're concerned skip a couple of paragraphs!
I'm sure we've all had a rant to a friend about someone who has wronged us and are darker thoughts and flippant comments made that hold no substance, but what if they weren't?
Each chapter alternates between Lily and Ted's stories, Lily's the past and Ted's in real time as he makes plans for his wife's murder. It helps build up pictures of how and why both characters are where they are at this point in the story. The real time story telling allows you to appreciate Ted's rage and hearing from Lily makes you question what sort of character she is.
It's a fast paced story that twists and turns that kept me guessing right till the very last page and that rarely happens. In fact so much did I enjoy this book that I refused to disembark a suspended Central Line train one night as I was quite happy to wait until it resumed service reading my book and I even went to bed early, with no tv switched on so I could finish it entirely. It took me two days.
I have already added Peter Swanson's other novel to my library hit list as I'm keen to see how that compares.
If you're looking for an enjoyable and easy read but with substance then do seek this out.