Ugh, what the fuck did I just read?
This missed the mark on being a psychological thriller in a big way – it’s basically borderline pedophilia fiction.
I just can’t even with this shit.
I was so uncomfortable the entire time reading this. I’m still uncomfortable thinking about it to write this review.
A quick synopsis: Middle-aged Sonia – unhappily married with a grown daughter – plies 15-year-old Jez with drugged alcohol in order to make him compliant so she can hold him captive in her home, because he reminds her of her first real love, Seb, who died when they were teens and *spoiler* also happened to be her older brother.
So, you know…gross.
Sonia gave me the worst case of heeby-jeebies I’ve ever had. She. is. so. fucked. up.
I knew from reviews that this would be a messed up story – any time a woman kidnaps a teenage boy things are going to get creepy. But I thought it would be a little more suspense or thrills, disturbing moments, maybe Sonia trying to escape discovery. Instead it’s honestly just descriptions about an adult licking the stomach of a child, sucking his fingers, touching his….
…and when Sonia has to be around other adults, she spends all her time fantasizing, in detail, about sexually assaulting that kidnapped child again as soon as she can get back to him.
It’s just so many shades of wrong, wrong, WRONG.
Listen, I’m no prude. Furthest thing from it. I love novels that go there and don’t beat around the bush. And that is one thing that I have said in my reviews of Chevy Stevens, someone this book is compared to. UM, NO. Chevy Stevens is one thing. But this…this was a totally different, disgusting, fucked up thing.
Have you ever gotten sucked in by a news story about a teacher that has slept with a student? Have you ever wondered what that woman was thinking and how she convinced herself that fucking a child was an ok thing to do? Then this is the book for you.
But it was not the book for me.
*Migrated review, originally posted to Goodreads in February 2017.
Back of the Book:
At the house next door, respectability can hide all manner of sins…
When her neighbor’s fifteen-year-old nephew goes missing, Sonia is the last person that anyone would suspect. At forty-three, she is a strikingly attractive wife and mother. And like the River House, her lovely home overlooking the Thames, Sonia’s life is a picture of perfection and normalcy–until she meets Jez. From the moment he shows up on Sonia’s doorstep, the gorgeous teenage boy awakens a torrent of memories that threaten to reveal a terrifying truth. Drawn to Jez by a compulsion that she scarcely understands, Sonia takes him captive–prepared to sacrifice everything to keep him.