I mentioned the other day that – for various reasons – I’m trying to do something about my weight. Again. I feel unfit and comfortable and… well, it’s time.
Other than the opening and closing pages, All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda is told in reverse. Memento-style. It’s an interesting approach and works in this instance because the big reveal would otherwise come ‘early’ in the novel.
When we first meet Ted and Lily (his 12 year old dachshund) they are debating the Ryans (Gosling vs Reynolds). It’s Thursday, you see – the night Ted and Lily put aside to talk about cute boys.
It’s a wonderful opening. We ‘get’ that 42 yr old Ted is gay and that Lily is his beloved and constant companion and confidante. However it’s in the opening scene that Ted first sees the octopus.
I need to start this review by saying I’m (still) really really unsure how I felt about this book. I noted someone on Goodreads commented that it was really hard to categorise Claire North’s work and that’s certainly the case.
I wasn’t entirely sure WHAT I was reading for much of the novel and was just worried I was being tricked in some way and the book was all about ‘hope’ the emotion, rather than Hope, the person. I kept waiting for someone to leap out and laughingly remind me how obtuse and literal I can be.
The synopsis drew me to this book as I’d not heard of Noah Hawley before; although I now know better as he has a very impressive writing and television resume.
Of course, like most people I really don’t delight in reading about plane crashes, but was intrigued by the suspicion that starts to surround the accident’s heroic survivor.
And I was hooked immediately. Dinner plans were changed – I returned my defrosting chicken to the fridge and dined on chocolate Freddo Frogs instead – so I could remain in the bath reading. Which I did until I was done.