Nothing makes me read faster than rage, I suppose. This book was bad…like really bad. And not just because I’m not in the target demographic.

There’s a way to write characters you “love to hate,” and this was not it. No one in the book had a single redeeming quality—just alcoholics with poor decision making skills and no personality.

Seriously, the first 200 pages of this “thriller” are filled with Sophie’s unexciting day to day life. She drinks a latte every five pages, spends all her time gardening and cooking, and yet somehow manages to drink on an empty stomach every night. Never mind the fact that we have to read about how she scrolls through Facebook and hits “like” or doesn’t. I didn’t think it could be any more mind numbing. (Oh, and Sophie “trolls” Margot’s profile. That’s not even remotely the correct term