See, this right here is a prime example of why I don’t pre-plan my monthly TBRs. A week ago, I hadn’t even heard of The Perfect Nanny by Leila Slimani. I made the fateful error of asking my cousin “whatchu reading these days?” Her excitement while telling me the synopsis of the thriller set in Paris and translated from French made me mosey on over to Libby to borrow the 6-hour audiobook while we were on the phone. For four days, the other books I was reading were forsaken.
Martin Gray is a young Black attorney with a boutique storefront law firm in Queens. After winning a high-profile civil rights case, Martin earns himself an invitation into a secret society made up of elite and affluent Black men from all sorts of industries: media, real estate, finance, and other lawyers.
The men invite Martin on what he believes would be a white-water rafting weekend trip, but in reality is a secret retreat in the middle of nowhere. Wives are barred from joining, as is the use of cell phones on the gorgeous estate known as Forty Acres.
I don’t usually gravitate towards psychological thrillers. I’m unsure about the reason. I enjoy them, even if a majority of the time I figure out the plot before it’s revealed. Things unfolded slowly and kept me guessing. The only part that felt rushed to me is the obligatory explanation of the villain’s backstory. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but it explained a lot and allowed for the book to progress as it did.
I refuse to pay money to be scared. You won’t catch me at a horror film or a haunted house. She, me, her is not the one.
The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins My rating: 1 of 5 stars I’ve got to stop giving in to peer pressure. And by peer pressure, I mean best seller lists. Over and over, I read about how The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins was comparable to Gone Girl. So wrong, and so false. Gone Girl was a page turner that made me forsake dinner, my DVR’d shows and sleep to continue reading. The Girl on the […]