After reading 11 chapters I decided to put this down and return it to the library. Not because it was terrible – the writing hooked me from the start, and the characterization was detailed, delivered via “show” rather than “tell”, but it was obvious to me that I was going to be strung along.
Clearly this is a mystery and not paranormal, as advertised. From Armstrong’s last few novels, I knew reading the whole would provide few answers to the questions and mysteries posed in the opening chapters. Frustration would only sour my view, so I chose not to continue.
However, the little I read earned my respect for the brave Olivia and left me disgusted by her mother’s weak-willed cold-heartedness and James’s equally despicable spinelessness when it came to loving and supporting Olivia in spite of the type of public adversity that leaves politicians and prominent figures cringing painfully.