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A review by emmareadstoomuch
Close to Home by Cara Hunter
2.0
ughhhhhh.
this book was so meh.
it follows Detective Investigator (i'm making that up, kinda) Adam Fawley, in the most procedural murder book of all time. seriously. if you have ever been interested in the mundane inner workings of a suburban british police station, this is the book for you.
i am not. so this wasn't.
this book was more confusing than mysterious or thrilling, and i ended up just really not caring about what happened. which is impressive, considering this book details a sh*t ton of children's suffering. it's kind of crazy to be so bored and ready for a book to be over that you're like "child death? sure. child abuse? uh huh. child negligence? kk."
please if i ever choose to run for president, do NOT take the preceding quote out of context.
also shoutout to the gender roles in this book, which were truly wildin. we've got: objectification of female interviewees; objectification of female police officers; condescension/patronizing of female police officers; judgment of women based on sex life/clothing/maternity; and just really vitriolic ways of talking about women on the internet!!!
which, speaking of: there was also some half-ass attempting at unique formatting (through the inclusion of tweets and BBC articles) that was just the worst. it added nothing to the story that wasn't already covered and completely broke the narrative flow. yippee.
anyway. i didn't hate this book but i did really dislike it! there were twists, kind of, but the twists were more just discoveries of evidence and who cares about that. whatever. boring.
bottom line: non merci. (is it possible that i'm bigoted on the subject of british thrillers exclusively?)
thanks to penguin first to read for the ARC
this book was so meh.
it follows Detective Investigator (i'm making that up, kinda) Adam Fawley, in the most procedural murder book of all time. seriously. if you have ever been interested in the mundane inner workings of a suburban british police station, this is the book for you.
i am not. so this wasn't.
this book was more confusing than mysterious or thrilling, and i ended up just really not caring about what happened. which is impressive, considering this book details a sh*t ton of children's suffering. it's kind of crazy to be so bored and ready for a book to be over that you're like "child death? sure. child abuse? uh huh. child negligence? kk."
please if i ever choose to run for president, do NOT take the preceding quote out of context.
also shoutout to the gender roles in this book, which were truly wildin. we've got: objectification of female interviewees; objectification of female police officers; condescension/patronizing of female police officers; judgment of women based on sex life/clothing/maternity; and just really vitriolic ways of talking about women on the internet!!!
which, speaking of: there was also some half-ass attempting at unique formatting (through the inclusion of tweets and BBC articles) that was just the worst. it added nothing to the story that wasn't already covered and completely broke the narrative flow. yippee.
anyway. i didn't hate this book but i did really dislike it! there were twists, kind of, but the twists were more just discoveries of evidence and who cares about that. whatever. boring.
bottom line: non merci. (is it possible that i'm bigoted on the subject of british thrillers exclusively?)
thanks to penguin first to read for the ARC