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Our House by Louise Candlish
1.0

Yet another god-awful British crime novel. This one starts off in present tense as Fi discovers her house has been sold out from under her by her asshole ex, Bram. Then it splits into Fi telling her story on a podcast called The Victim, and Bram telling his via an interminable Word document.

This is the second book I've read this year that incorporated a podcast, and I imagine there will be more since podcasts are so popular. The other book, Sadie, managed to actually sound like a podcast, though. In this one the "podcast" bits read like a regular book, not at all like how people talk. There's no narrator. There are no questions. It's just a really long, tedious telling of Fi's boring story about her boring failed marriage and lovely home. By the way, did you know she has a lovely home? You will by page 2 because it's all she talks about. Fi's voice is indistinguishable from Bram's, which makes the book feel like a true slog since they're talking about the same events. Both of them are idiots.

I won't go into the plot twists, which were tedious and frustrating. This book sucks. It's the kind of story that is better as a movie because then at least you get to look at pretty houses.