A hard-to-believe setup and unsatisfying conclusion mar this thriller.
A sexual game goes dangerously wrong for two couples in this domestic thriller.
Elena and Adam feel lucky when they move to Wimbledon Village to housesit for Adam’s aunt. Their old flat in London was tiny, their neighbors loud. Now they marvel over the shops and pubs and adore their peaceful nights. That peace is doomed, however, when Elena meets Sophia at a local coffee shop and strikes up a friendship with her. Sophia and her husband, Finn, are glamorous and gorgeous, with a casual way around money that impresses Elena, who didn’t grow up in a wealthy home. But their friendship takes a dark turn when Sophia suggests she and Elena swap husbands for a night without telling Adam and Finn. Relying on blackout curtains, uncharged cell phones, and strategically unscrewed light bulbs, Sophia says, they can have naughty fun and their partners will never know. This plan does not seem likely to succeed in any way in real life, of course. Elena is reluctant at first, but as her relationship with Adam begins to fray and she finds herself attracted to Finn, the swap seems more appealing. But what starts out as a playful romp could have far-reaching consequences. Sophia has an ulterior motive, one that any reader will figure out quickly. Samson does venture a little beyond the obvious, touching on how class distinctions and unrealistic expectations take a toll on a marriage. She makes a token nod to the joke that men are so inattentive they wouldn’t notice such a swap and so amorous they wouldn’t mind if they did. But she never builds on that irony, and her novel grows more improbable as the story draws to its oddly unsatisfying conclusion.
A hard-to-believe setup and unsatisfying conclusion mar this thriller.Pub Date: May 28, 2024
ISBN: 9780593656013
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Pamela Dorman/Viking
Review Posted Online: March 9, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2024
A fun read. Terrorists make great Clancy fodder.
Evildoers plan attacks from America to India, and Jack Ryan Jr. is a prime target.
In Washington state, a man and his family are murdered, and President Jack Ryan learns it is another Poseidon Spear incident. Three retired members of that counterterrorism group have been killed now, and the U.S. government suspects a mole in its midst. Meanwhile, the Umayyad Revolutionary Council believes it has a holy and wholly anti-American mission. Against this backdrop, Jack Ryan Jr., and his fiancée, Lisanne Robertson, visit Delhi, India, to attend the wedding of Srini Rai, the brilliant surgeon who attached Lisanne’s prosthetic left arm. Lisanne had lost her arm in Tom Clancy Shadow of the Dragon (2020). Jack and Lisanne are both operators working for the Campus, a covert group that executes secret presidential directives. A wedding is a happy occasion, and the engaged American couple intend the trip as a vacation. Jack and Lisanne will attend a sangeet, an elaborate pre-wedding party. But it isn’t long before they survive a suicide bomb attack. As with all Clancy novels, there’s plenty of action on a global scale. In simultaneous strikes, terrorists plan to contaminate America’s Western water supply with radioactive waste from Washington’s Hanford nuclear power plant, blow up a spectacular new bridge in Kashmir, and kill the evil Ryan—or Junior, at least. It will be At-Takwir, the end of days. There is an appealing mix of Indian culture, high-speed action, and the rich lode of details that characterizes the whole series. And in the background lingers the question on several characters’ minds: Have Jack and Lisanne set their own wedding date?
A fun read. Terrorists make great Clancy fodder.Pub Date: Sept. 2, 2025
ISBN: 9780593718032
Page Count: 448
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: Aug. 16, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2025
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Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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