I don’t think I was the target audience for this book. The blurb asks “What would you do?” if a stranger dumped a baby on you on a train. Honestly, if I’d have been Ellen this would have been a much shorter book because I would have been on the horn to BTP before the train had even gained speed again.
I found the overall story really predictable and, while it was engagingly written in T M Logan’s style, it wasn’t anything new. Ellen was difficult to empathize with as a MC. She was frustratingly dense with a lunatic Batman-complex that bordered on obsession. How can she possibly be that invested in a baby that she’s known for five minutes? Come on. The whole plot requires a suspension of disbelief that I just don’t have (see paragraph above) and I wasn’t invested enough in the characters and the story to feel immersed in the world.
It’s such a shame because I really enjoyed The Holiday and The Catch.
I’m starting to feel like thrillers are getting so formulaic and overly-dramatic (but in a melodramatic way, not through tension or conflict) and most of them seem geared toward middle-aged parents.
I found the overall story really predictable and, while it was engagingly written in T M Logan’s style, it wasn’t anything new. Ellen was difficult to empathize with as a MC. She was frustratingly dense with a lunatic Batman-complex that bordered on obsession. How can she possibly be that invested in a baby that she’s known for five minutes? Come on. The whole plot requires a suspension of disbelief that I just don’t have (see paragraph above) and I wasn’t invested enough in the characters and the story to feel immersed in the world.
It’s such a shame because I really enjoyed The Holiday and The Catch.
I’m starting to feel like thrillers are getting so formulaic and overly-dramatic (but in a melodramatic way, not through tension or conflict) and most of them seem geared toward middle-aged parents.