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4.07 AVERAGE
4.07 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
mysterious
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I can't quite understand all the love for this book. Don't get me wrong, on the whole I enjoyed it but I've read much better books with lower ratings. This stretches itself too thin in trying to be a whodunnit thriller, a deep examination of the characters' pasts, and a commentary on blue-collar American places. In my opinion it did each of this adequately but hardly in revolutionary style! I found the epilogue particularly poor with overwrought descriptions of exactly how Jimmy was meant to feel. The 'mystery' of the killer had a reasonable if a little underwhelming conclusion. The plot twists, if they can be called that, are quite subtle and introduced in a matter of fact way that fail to really capture the imagination. Not only that but I felt it was too long with too much filler aimed at bulking out the characters, which would have been better achieved by seeing them 'do' more in the plot. I guess my review is quite negative because I was surprised at its rating on here. It's an ok book but I definitely won't read again or actively recommend.
Mystic River by Dennis Lehane is like being handed a cold pint of Guinness in a Boston bar, only to realise halfway through that it’s actually a slow-burning psychological character study laced with trauma, blood, and men with far too much bottled-up emotion. And look, I didn’t think I’d finish it at first—but I’m weirdly glad I did.
The premise? Classic American tragedy vibes: three childhood friends — Sean Devine, Jimmy Marcus, and Dave Boyle—are forever marked by one horrific event. One boy gets into a stranger’s car. The others don’t. Fast forward 25 years and their lives are steeped in unspoken trauma and smouldering regret. Sean Devine’s now a homicide detective, Jimmy Marcus’s an ex-con turned corner-shop owner with serious vengeance energy, and Dave Boyle… poor Dave Boyle is a walking ghost, crumbling under the weight of childhood horror and one very suspicious, blood-covered night.
Now, a few things to get off my chest. First—the characters. There are so many. It felt like every Boston resident and their uncle had something to say, and half the time I couldn’t remember who was who. Add to that the fact that a lot of them sounded oddly similar (minus the occasional over-the-top monologue about how terrible rap music is—calm down, Mr. Lehane), and it made the reading a bit… murky. But even with the slight identity crisis among the cast, Dennis Lehane does know how to drill into their broken little souls and pull something raw and recognisable out.
Sean Devine’s quiet moral conflict, Jimmy Marcus’s violent nostalgia, Dave Boyle’s haunted spiral—they’re all crafted with this grim, fatalistic beauty. A bit like watching a slow-motion car crash while clutching a copy of The Catcher in the Rye and muttering, “Men, huh.”
The writing itself? Honestly, it drags. This isn’t a quick thriller—it’s a broody, slow-cooked stew of trauma, class tension, and suppressed rage. There are moments of brilliance, lines that punch you in the chest. And then there are pages of meandering internal monologues that you’ll be tempted to skim while muttering, “Get on with it, man.” But beneath it all, Dennis Lehane’s doing something clever—showing us how childhood scars don’t fade, they calcify. And sometimes, they erupt.
Was the ending predictable? A bit, yeah. The big twist didn’t hit me like a truck so much as tap me on the shoulder and say, “Called it.” But even so, the real sting came from watching these men unravel, knowing they never truly escaped that one childhood moment. It’s messy, it’s frustrating, and that’s kind of the point.
The premise? Classic American tragedy vibes: three childhood friends — Sean Devine, Jimmy Marcus, and Dave Boyle—are forever marked by one horrific event. One boy gets into a stranger’s car. The others don’t. Fast forward 25 years and their lives are steeped in unspoken trauma and smouldering regret. Sean Devine’s now a homicide detective, Jimmy Marcus’s an ex-con turned corner-shop owner with serious vengeance energy, and Dave Boyle… poor Dave Boyle is a walking ghost, crumbling under the weight of childhood horror and one very suspicious, blood-covered night.
Now, a few things to get off my chest. First—the characters. There are so many. It felt like every Boston resident and their uncle had something to say, and half the time I couldn’t remember who was who. Add to that the fact that a lot of them sounded oddly similar (minus the occasional over-the-top monologue about how terrible rap music is—calm down, Mr. Lehane), and it made the reading a bit… murky. But even with the slight identity crisis among the cast, Dennis Lehane does know how to drill into their broken little souls and pull something raw and recognisable out.
Sean Devine’s quiet moral conflict, Jimmy Marcus’s violent nostalgia, Dave Boyle’s haunted spiral—they’re all crafted with this grim, fatalistic beauty. A bit like watching a slow-motion car crash while clutching a copy of The Catcher in the Rye and muttering, “Men, huh.”
The writing itself? Honestly, it drags. This isn’t a quick thriller—it’s a broody, slow-cooked stew of trauma, class tension, and suppressed rage. There are moments of brilliance, lines that punch you in the chest. And then there are pages of meandering internal monologues that you’ll be tempted to skim while muttering, “Get on with it, man.” But beneath it all, Dennis Lehane’s doing something clever—showing us how childhood scars don’t fade, they calcify. And sometimes, they erupt.
Was the ending predictable? A bit, yeah. The big twist didn’t hit me like a truck so much as tap me on the shoulder and say, “Called it.” But even so, the real sting came from watching these men unravel, knowing they never truly escaped that one childhood moment. It’s messy, it’s frustrating, and that’s kind of the point.
dark
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes