A wildly wealthy, deeply dysfunctional family board a luxury cruise ship for eight days, sailing out of Sydney. What’s meant to be a glossy, champagne-soaked celebration quickly turns into something far messier, as secrets, power plays, and long-buried resentments start surfacing at sea.
This book was completely scandalous… and yet, for me, it ultimately fell flat. Despite others loving it. And I can still see why, just not for me.
I stayed interested the whole way through. The premise is juicy, the pacing keeps you turning pages, and the setting really works. I’ve never been on a cruise ship, but Ali Lowe absolutely nailed the atmosphere. I genuinely felt like I was there, trapped on board with these people.
Tonally, it felt like if a season of Severance took place on a cruise ship, with The Other Wife throwing in a quirky podcast element for good measure.
That said, the story became very unrealistic at times. I won’t go into the specific moments because they’d be spoilers, but there were quite a few “what are the chances?” situations that pulled me out of the story.
About halfway through, I got genuinely confused. The twists didn’t feel earned, and instead of tightening the plot, they left me with too many unanswered questions. I found myself rereading sections, not because they were clever, but because they didn’t quite make sense.
One thing I will absolutely give credit for: there is not a single likeable character. And honestly, that takes skill. Creating a whole cast of people you don’t root for, yet still keeping them compelling enough to follow is no small feat.
Was it well written? Yes.
Will some people love it? Absolutely.
Was it for me? Nah.
A glossy, scandal-heavy read with a strong setting and bold ideas, but one that didn’t quite stick the landing for me personally.
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