Review: All the Beautiful Lies by Peter Swanson

“People hate to see other people happy. Remember that.”

35407871★★½

Opening Hook: It must have fallen off a cliff.

Main Character: Wears polo shirts for the fashion, and eats oatmeal because he thinks it tastes good.

Plot Twisty-ness: Laced with Xanax.


For someone who has never read Peter Swanson before and casually likes to pick up a psychological thriller every now and again, this book will probably seem like a win.

But for someone (this girl!) who has read Peter Swanson before and been blown away but how he weaves a story, and also spends a lot of her time reading this particular genre, All The Beautiful Lies was a big ol’ *fart noises* letdown.

I’m coming away from the reading experience wondering “what was the point of this?” To be thrilling? To be thought-provoking? To be emotionally stirring? To be commentary on inappropriate relationships? It seemed to have aspirations to be all of those things, but the execution was sub-par, leaving the ideas undeveloped and abandoned on the page.

You read a thriller for the crazy plot twists, the adrenaline rush and the excitement of being immersed in a situation that is not likely to happen in real life. This novel is billed as a thriller but it was pretty ho-hum, straight forward. No twists to be found or rush to be felt. Although it was crazier than typical real life, it relied too heavily on the “passing down” of pedophilic tendencies (as each child victim became an adult,) for me to connect emotionally with the characters or even want to allow myself to get too close to this story. It was too uncomfortable, an odd and passive “normality” given to the concept through the prose.

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Despite this, I kept reading, waiting for something to exciting to happen. There was an anticipation I was building for myself because something had to happen, right? It was a Peter Swanson novel after all. It wouldn’t just be dull, would it? Apparently, yes.

Okay, sure some people died and there was a whodonnit element to that, but the suspense that could have been built around this was completely diluted by the NOW and THEN style chapters. Because there was little emotional connections between myself and the players given the adult/child relationships and the unlikability of everyone, the THEN chapters didn’t interest me.

In the THEN, we learn about Alice and Jake and Alice’s mother. I think it was meant to have a sinister feel to it, an idea that Alice isn’t quite so innocent but perhaps a psychopath of some degree, but she wasn’t intelligent enough or interesting enough to be a fascinating villain. Instead she just comes across as mildly crazy, able to convince herself of things that help her cope, without any consequences or crack in the veneer. I mean, that’s just fucking boring when it wasn’t it was uncomfortable to read about how much she wanted her stepdad’s dick.

Also, the attempts to “explain” the inappropriate relationships – to give some context to why a man would sleep with a young girl (because an older woman slept with him) – just stop. Like I don’t give a shit? These people were fucking pedophiles. Why is there an attempt to manufacture sympathy?

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In the NOW, Harry, the son of Alice’s dead husband, is confused but slightly disinterested in his father’s death, fretting instead about school and work and all these girls that randomly pop into his life. The lack of mourning these characters did over the death of a patriarch was odd, another emotional disconnection for me. There were some tears, but mostly Harry focused on his attraction to Alice, and Alice focused on how she’d married Harry’s father in the first place just to get close to his teenage boy. Again, what the fuck?

There was supposed to be this thread of mystery surrounding Harry’s father’s death. Was it an accident or not? Was Alice a reliable character or not? Was there a twisty sinister truth about to blow the reader’s mind? I guess the answer to those questions is “kind of, but not really.” All of those concepts were started, but never followed through on.

“I’m deeply skeptical of any book that doesn’t begin with a corpse.”

Harry had heard his father say these exact words, or something close to them, many times. “No, really. Why?”

His father frowned, thinking. “It’s a religion, I guess, since I don’t have a real religion. The world is chaos, and then a detective comes along and restores order. Or he doesn’t, and that’s really my favorite kind of mystery story.”

We had a detective investigating the death of Harry’s father and we had Alice, who we know is a little coo-coo cray because of her THEN chapters, but the atmosphere fell flat for me when it came to crime fiction intrigue and suspense. Instead of something that built on suspicions and became increasingly dangerous, we had Harry walking around going “Hmm, I’m confused? That’s weird, huh?” about everything that happened. It completely killed the mood.

If Harry’s alarm were to increase, the reader’s alarm would have increased. But Harry never really got involved with the idea that maybe his father was murdered. He never seemed to care. He dictated this flat, disinterested feeling in every chapter he appeared in, because not only were his reactions to things blah, he was blah himself. Very drab and boring, lacking a distinctive personality.

I couldn’t figure out if I should be interested in the events or not. I couldn’t pinpoint if there was a thriller element to this, or if it was a lacking character study on taboo relationships. And then randomly someone dies without build up, so you’re left thinking, “well that’s weird, huh?” just like Harry. Instead of being shocked or excited for the story to escalate. And in the end, when there is a comeuppance, I wasn’t cheering but rather thinking, “at least the last loose end is tied up and I never have to think about this again.”

This had the potential to be another decent thriller from Swanson, but instead it reads like it is only partially written. Overall its sparse writing, flat characters with weak development, and themes of sexual assault and predatory violence overshadowing whatever suspense and thriller intrigue that was trying to break through, bound together in a pretty package.

Decidedly not Swanson’s best offering.

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Back of the Book:

Harry Ackerson has always considered his step-mother Alice to be sexy and beautiful, in an “other worldly” way. She has always been kind and attentive, if a little aloof in the last few years.

Days before his college graduation, Alice calls with shocking news. His father is dead and the police think it’s suicide. Devastated, he returns to his father’s home in Maine. There, he and Alice will help one another pick up of the pieces of their lives and uncover what happened to his father.

Shortly after he arrives, Harry meets a mysterious young woman named Grace McGowan. Though she claims to be new to the area, Harry begins to suspect that Grace may not be a complete stranger to his family. But she isn’t the only attractive woman taking an interest in Harry. The sensual Alice is also growing closer, coming on to him in an enticing, clearly sexual way.

Mesmerized by these two women, Harry finds himself falling deeper under their spell. Yet the closer he gets to them, the more isolated he feels, disoriented by a growing fear that both women are hiding dangerous—even deadly—secrets . . . and that neither one is telling the truth.

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Aw man I'm so let down by this 😕 *fart noises* I've read and loved #peterswanson before, but this just didn't work for me. I'm kind of feeling like "what was the point of this?" To be a thriller? To be emotionally stirring? To be commentary on taboo relationships? It felt like it wanted to be all of those things, but left the ideas abandoned and undeveloped on the page. All the pedophilic themes made me really uncomfortable. There was an effort to sympathize a man who was interested in young girls. Just don't. There was no explanation of why a character like Alice was the way she was – delusional but sinister… because her mom was a drunk?? She was too stupid to be a fascinating villain and too interested in her stepdad's dick for the reader to form a connection to. Harry, a dead man's son, was wholly uninterested in his father's potential murder, and way too focused on fucking his stepmom, while being a blah and drab character. This had the potential to be another decent thriller from Swanson but instead it reads like it is only partially written. Overall, sparse writing, flat characters with weak development, and themes of sexual assault and predatory violence, overshadow whatever suspense and thriller intrigued that was trying to break through – bound together in a pretty package. Decidedly not Swanson's best offering ⭐⭐🔪 . . . #books #bibliophile #bookworm #booklover #booknerd #bookstagram #booklove #bookblogger #bookreview #bookblog #bookalicious #crimefiction #mystery #goodreads #bookphotography #coverlove #thriller #suspense #crimefiction #bookish #bookdragon #igreads #bookaholic #bookstagrammers #instabooks #bookblog

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