St. Martin’s Press | 2017
Opening Hook: Can’t a person just sit in their car anymore without being murdered?
Main Character: She is the Toby to my Michael Scott
Plot Twisty-ness: A predictable anxiety-fest
I’m pretty sure me and B.A. Paris need to break up.
I read and kind of enjoyed Behind Closed Doors, but I was not over the moon about it like most other reviewers were. Even now, when I think back on that reading experience the only things I remember are that 1) the main character was super annoying, and 2) *spoiler alert* it’s totally ridiculous to believe that a high-powered attorney who works 60+ hour weeks on huge cases, would also have enough time to be that on the fucking nose when it came to keeping his wife hostage.
You don’t want the things a reader remembers about your book to be just the illogical, annoying bits.
And I’m afraid The Breakdown is going to be another exercise in this for me.
B.A. Paris seems to have a habit of writing the most annoying female main characters – dumb, slow-on-the-upswing and insecure – who are married to the most obviously untrustworthy men. I can’t be the only one who is seeing the perfect, loving and thoughtful husband routine as completely shady? Maybe it’s because I’m married and 100% woke to the fact that even the most romantic of men are not going to be perfect. If they are, they are trying to bamboozle you, bitch!
So, basically what we’ve got here is Cass driving home one evening on a dark, twisty shortcut that is secluded, because of course it is. On her way, she sees a car parked with a woman inside. She considers checking if the woman needs help, but decides it’s too scary and dark and will call the police from home about the woman simply chillin’ in her car. As you would.Continue reading “Review: The Breakdown by B.A. Paris”