Just four days after giving birth to their second child, Clara Solberg answers the door to learn that her husband, Nick, and four year old daughter, Maisie, were in a car accident just miles from home. After rushing to the hospital, she is heartbroken to learn that while Maisie escaped with barely a scratch, Nick has suffered a fatal head injury and been pronounced dead.
Clara is told that the crash, which has cruelly stolen the love of her life, was nothing more than an accident. A simple matter of distraction and driving too fast. But, when Maisie begins having vivid nightmares, Clara starts to wonder if the police were wrong. Is it possible that there was a reason why Nick was driving so fast besides his inherent lead foot? Or is she simply grasping for straws?
As her bottomless grief and lack of sleep combine, Clara’s mind begins to search for what really happened that tragic afternoon. One by one, she narrows down the possibilities, looking for someone to blame. But the more Clara learns, the more she wonders how well she ever really knew her husband in the first place. Was there someone out there who had ill will towards Nick? And, if so, what did they do about it?
From the start I found Every Last Lie equal parts underwhelming and entrancing. How is that even possible, you might ask? Well, to begin with, I was wrapped up in the story of a heartbroken woman convinced that her loving husband has been murdered. But the more she uncovers about the man she adored, the less she is certain about. And, just like Clara, I was completely absorbed by the surplus of red herrings and possible motives and couldn’t wait to find out what really happened to Nick.
With a storyline told in dual POVs and timelines, it was easy to follow, yet provided plenty of blind turns, keeping me in the dark. Plus, I was spellbound by the evocative prose, which gave me a perfect picture of each scene in my mind. Even better, this character-driven novel was stuffed full of slow burn suspense that asked the question: how well do you really know your own spouse?
But the further into the book I got, the more disenchanted I became. Unfortunately, Clara, who was initially a very believable unreliable narrator, began to collapse into one paranoid rant after another. While I’m sure that a sufficient lack of sleep and profound grief could certainly cause this level of unraveling, it felt overplayed and melodramatic.
Don’t get me wrong, the tension seemed to ratchet ever higher right along with the page count. So, naturally, I was looking for one heck of a doozy of a twist when the climax rolled around. Instead, however, I found it over-the-top, requiring quite a bit of suspension of disbelief. And to top it all off, the conclusion was wholly unsatisfying for my tastes (and rather anticlimactic), which left me disappointed when I closed the cover. Even worse, there were several unresolved threads that left me filled with questions, which I always loathe to find.
In the end, however, I was more impressed than let down by this disturbing and unsettling thriller (although I would really classify it as domestic suspense). An exploration of the damage of grief, it was, for the most part, addictive and unputdownable despite the flaws I’ve mentioned. So now the big question: do I recommend this one? Ultimately, I do, just don’t expect a fast-paced, action-packed read and you should be fine. Rating of 3 stars.
Trigger warning: death of a spouse, fatal car accident, spousal abuse, dementia, assault