My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book was a delightful guilty pleasure of a ride, like a season of Real Housewives. It really makes you question all the people around you and how well you know them – past the social media and party-ready facade.
It’s really juicy.
That’s really what this book is about: Kat returns to her old neighborhood and best friends for a terrible reason; their friend Shea was found dead in a bathtub next to a bottle of pills. Everyone assumes it was either a suicide or a terrible accident. But as Kat and her girlfriends begin to discuss the final months of Shea’s life, it becomes obvious that not only is just about everyone hiding something, but Shea’s death may not have been so accidental after all.
The book alternates between Kat’s POV in the present and Shea’s character during the final six months is her life.
I love stories like this that keep you a little off balance – there’s absolutely nothing that is certain because you can’t trust anyone. It keeps you on your toes. It also leads to more developed, complex characters: no one is flat or one-dimensional. There’s sides and motivations to everything.