“They know that tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesn’t play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.”
I didn’t want to read this book. Not even a little bit. I have a long list of books that I actually want to read, and I always find it both frustrating and endearing when a learner really wants me to read a book that they have loved. More often than not, I find that our tastes in books is very, very different. Cue the drum roll: I was pleasantly surprised with this novel.
This is the story of four friends, three cousins and one outsider. This is the story of how they took their futures into their own hands. This is the story of the aftermath. And I still got a small chill thinking about it. Every summer these four friends spend their days on an island with their families, the wealthy and 100% put together Sinclairs. They don’t feel pain like normal people, or at least they shouldn’t feel pain like normal people. They are the epitome of perfection, so they should act like it.
At least until they aren’t. At least until Cadence, the person through which the story was told, starts having migraines and can’t be in control. Until for Cadence, remembering is more important than being a proper Sinclair. A tragedy has struck her small family, but no one will tell her what has happened, and as the headaches keep coming, she knows that she has to figure out the truth. And the truth, well, the truth was not what I expected.
This book as to get four out of five stars from me. It was well-written, the suspense kept me reading well past my bedtime, and the conclusion was so human, so unapologetically real that it made me feel all the feels. Check it out.