Synopsis: ‘Hello there.’
I looked at the pale, freckled hand on the back of the empty bar seat next to me in the business class lounge of Heathrow airport, then up into the stranger’s face.
‘Do I know you?’
Delayed in London, Ted Severson meets a woman at the airport bar. Over cocktails they tell each other rather more than they should, and a dark plan is hatched – but are either of them being serious, could they actually go through with it and, if they did, what would be their chances of getting away with it?
Back in Boston, Ted’s wife Miranda is busy site managing the construction of their dream home, a beautiful house out on the Maine coastline. But what secrets is she carrying and to what lengths might she go to protect the vision she has of her deserved future?
A sublimely plotted novel of trust and betrayal, The Kind Worth Killing will keep you gripped and guessing late into the night.
Let’s judge a book by its cover: I don’t think this edition’s cover art reflects how dark the book was, but I can see what they were trying to do with the airport scene. Also, it gives me a little bit of anxiety to look at because I really hate flying.
My thoughts: I think this book should be getting way more hype. It was one of those amazing books where I went into it thinking I knew what was going to happen, and then at different points throughout the story the author pulled the rug out from underneath me and everything went in a totally different direction to what I’d expected. I found it hard to put down, and managed to fly through it over the course of a weekend (when I could take a break from all the other fun stuff I was doing, like grocery shopping and cleaning the house).
Characters: All of the characters in this book were incredibly well done. Lily in particular was written with fascinating depth. You may not like any of the characters in the story, but I’m sure you’ll agree that they were all very well written.
Quote: “My only companion at that moment was my younger self, the one who tipped Chet down that well. I imagined she was there with me. We locked eyes, not needing to speak to each other. We understood that survival was everything. It was the meaning of life. And to take another life was, in many ways, the greatest expression of what it meant to be alive.”
Would be a good read for: This is such a cliché term of phrase at this point in time, but I think people who liked Gone Girl will like this. Basically if you’re in the mood to curl up on the couch on a rainy Sunday afternoon with a really gripping read, this is for you.