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The Paris Apartment
by Lucy Foley
Jess has always struggled. She has no money, no job, and needs somewhere to get back on her feet. Her brother has always been the lucky one. Separated and placed into foster care, he was raised by a well-to-do family, sent to the best universities, and is now a writer with a spacious and gorgeous flat. Thankfully, Ben is more than willing to help Jess, allowing her to stay with him for a bit while she gets things sorted. It's weird though, because once Jess arrives Ben isn't there. As time rolls on, Jess realizes Ben is really missing: he could be in danger, or worse. Ben's neighbors are standoffish to say the least but, could they be dangerous? Rich wife, reserved young woman, off-the-rails addict, the concierge, a friend. Neighbors all carry secrets.
Lucy Foley writes the same book over and over. This is not a bash, or a bad thing, it's simply a fact. A horrible event occurs, everyone is a suspect, multiple POV's are given, every. single. time. If you've read more than one Foley you know exactly what I'm talking about. This version of her fiction formula is my favorite to date.
The characterization amongst each and every apartment dweller is so, so rich. The reader sees everyone at their best and worst: dreamy flashbacks reminisce on special moments for some, while simultaneously the closet is getting flung open, skeletons falling to the floor for others. I could only marvel at the intricacy that went into the interrelationships within the building.
As Jess tries to uncover the secrets behind her brother's disappearance, the events shift from singular instances to a symbiotic relationship. Once this realization gains clarity, the layers of the plot peel back beautifully: twisting, turning, pointing its finger at the root of the problem with a multitude of realizations along the way.
Because of the enclosed setting, complexities, and downright shocking plot points, I couldn't unglue myself from The Paris Apartment. If you're in the mood for a whodunnit with about 20 other smaller whodunnint/whydunnit/omgwtfdunnit moments throughout, this book is for YOU!
Lucy Foley writes the same book over and over. This is not a bash, or a bad thing, it's simply a fact. A horrible event occurs, everyone is a suspect, multiple POV's are given, every. single. time. If you've read more than one Foley you know exactly what I'm talking about. This version of her fiction formula is my favorite to date.
The characterization amongst each and every apartment dweller is so, so rich. The reader sees everyone at their best and worst: dreamy flashbacks reminisce on special moments for some, while simultaneously the closet is getting flung open, skeletons falling to the floor for others. I could only marvel at the intricacy that went into the interrelationships within the building.
As Jess tries to uncover the secrets behind her brother's disappearance, the events shift from singular instances to a symbiotic relationship. Once this realization gains clarity, the layers of the plot peel back beautifully: twisting, turning, pointing its finger at the root of the problem with a multitude of realizations along the way.
Because of the enclosed setting, complexities, and downright shocking plot points, I couldn't unglue myself from The Paris Apartment. If you're in the mood for a whodunnit with about 20 other smaller whodunnint/whydunnit/omgwtfdunnit moments throughout, this book is for YOU!