This story contains three hundred fifty four pages spread out into forty eight chapters, and I had correctly guessed who the killer was by page eighteen. When I had reached the climax of the story and the grand reveal, I was kind of disappointed that it had been that obvious, at least it was for me, but the story was still engaging nonetheless. I enjoyed suspicions bouncing around, evidence surfacing, and the main character going slightly mad. It kept me going, waiting to see if she herself needed as much, if not more, help than the patients that came to her for mental aid did. I did keep expecting the psychiatrist to get locked in the psych ward, which for me would have been a terrible cliche to include in the story on top of it being clearly evident who the killer was, so I’m a little glad that that did not happen.
I can see why the book is popular amongst certain social media circles, it can be read in a few days, justice prevails, it is not a difficult read, but it is entertaining, and therefore it can appeal to a large audience. It’s a book that makes me not want to buy books just because I see them in the recommended piles at bookstores, but I am also glad that I did read it to see what the fuss was about. I’m not bummed out that I spent my money on it, but I also don’t know if it is something I would find worthy of my time to read again. I’d say, it’s a good book for a reader who is just starting out, but it might be a let down for seasoned readers. It also makes me wonder if the author’s other works are better or if I will find myself feeling that I just read another average book.
Nonfiction and Nonsense 