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maliha_reads 's review for:
A Happy Marriage
by A.R. Torre
dark
mysterious
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I came in loyal. I came in hyped. I’ve read four of A.R. Torre’s books and not one dipped below 4 stars. But A Happy Marriage? It’s like she ghosted her own talent and left me with a soggy script and a Pinterest board of clichés.
Dinah Marino is a homicide detective with a secret she’d take to the grave. Her psychiatrist husband Joe is also hiding skeletons—literally and emotionally. When a missing woman tied to Dinah’s case ends up in Joe’s hospital, their “perfect” marriage starts unraveling faster than my patience. The setup screams psychological suspense, but the execution is more like psychological snooze.
The twists were telegraphed from chapter three. The pacing dragged like a bad therapy session. And the emotional stakes felt about as deep as a kiddie pool. I kept waiting for that signature Torre tension, the gasp-worthy reveals, the morally gray deliciousness, and instead got a Lifetime movie with a lobotomized script.
By the end, I wasn’t just disappointed. I was personally offended. This book had all the ingredients for a domestic thriller feast, but somehow served me cold toast and called it gourmet.
Dinah Marino is a homicide detective with a secret she’d take to the grave. Her psychiatrist husband Joe is also hiding skeletons—literally and emotionally. When a missing woman tied to Dinah’s case ends up in Joe’s hospital, their “perfect” marriage starts unraveling faster than my patience. The setup screams psychological suspense, but the execution is more like psychological snooze.
The twists were telegraphed from chapter three. The pacing dragged like a bad therapy session. And the emotional stakes felt about as deep as a kiddie pool. I kept waiting for that signature Torre tension, the gasp-worthy reveals, the morally gray deliciousness, and instead got a Lifetime movie with a lobotomized script.
By the end, I wasn’t just disappointed. I was personally offended. This book had all the ingredients for a domestic thriller feast, but somehow served me cold toast and called it gourmet.