46 Verity, Colleen Hoover
(rant, also slightly spoiler-ish, consider yourselves warned)
Bloody book group! First of all they made me read The Housemaid, in which a vulnerable and emotionally damaged young woman escapes money problems and homelessness by taking a live-in job with a wealthy married couple, consisting of a super hot guy and a scary psychotic wife. Now, only months later, they have asked me to read this one, a book in which a vulnerable and emotionally damaged young woman escapes money problems and homelessness by taking a temporarily live-in job with a wealthy married couple, consisting of a super hot guy and a wife who is brain damaged and unable to walk.
OR IS SHE.
Our protagonist, Lowan, starts to suspect that Verity may not be as helpless as she seems. Also that she may have murdered either one or two of her children. She finds Verity's diary which promises to tell her the truth. But because apparently Hoover is awful at pacing and also at writing plots that have any relation to anything that a real human person might do, instead of either leaving her employers' house or reading the diary in one sitting, Lowan inexplicably reads one chapter at a time, because she's so busy mooning lustfully over Verity's husband, a man with a black hole of nothingness where charisma and personality should be.
Also, not only is the protagonist called Lowan, but Verity's children are called Chastin, Harper and Crew. CREW.
The only good thing I can say is that it made me feel more positive about The Housemaid, because Freida McFadden does at least introduce a couple of plot twists, and manages to subvert some of the clunking great cliches of this Jane-Eyre-but-make-it-Booktok genre. Hoover attempts a twist but it manages to be both entirely predictable and execrably executed, so that the last chapter of the book is even worse than the tosh that preceded it.
I have never read a Colleen Hoover before. I am pretty sure I never will again.
What's the opposite of a bold? That.