Lana and her mother Jen are vacationing in the Peak District, when Lana suddenly goes missing for four days. She is found alive, albeit bruised and bleeding, but won’t talk about what happened to her except to say, “I don’t remember.” The author, in this book and in her earlier debut novel Elizabeth is Missing, explores how relationships between mothers and daughters can be affected by mental illness. The novel has a great premise and explores a good concept, but for me it did not deliver.
I found it a slow burner bordering on boring and not nearly as insightful or intriguing as Elizabeth is Missing. That one was one of my all time favourites actually, because it was suspenseful, clever, engaging, and compassionate. I continued reading only because I was thinking that at some point it would grip me after all, and even though the last ten pages were riveting and came close to what I had expected from this author, it was too late.
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