Rough edges were what you needed because they were what you sharpened yourself against. Nobody ever got sharp from lying in a feather bed.
Opening Hook: Who knew arson could be boring?
Main Character: Could not be anymore self torturing
Plot Twisty-ness: Good for insomnia
I was really interested in reading this book, but once I cracked this baby open my interest quickly petered out, giving way to an overall feeling of not really giving a shit mixed with annoyance and yawning.
Jess has been given heavy prison time for deliberately starting a house fire that not only destroyed her face and injured her asshole heroin addict boyfriend, but killed a 10-year-old boy named Alex. Jess essentially martyrs herself, accepting her punishment with a heaping side of self-flagellation, deciding her time in prison will be short once she goes on a hunger strike/suicide mission. The only problem is, Jess can’t remember any of the sins she’s been told she committed, so she just takes everyone’s word for it (like you would.) As she withers away in the prison infirmary, dead Alex comes to her with an afterlife request – find out who really killed him, because he’s sure it wasn’t Jess and he can’t find peace without knowing.
The blurb is essentially Orange is the New Black but with ghosts and mystery.
Once you get past the blurb though it’s none of those things.