If The Lady in the Car with Glasses and a Gun was 4.5 stars rounded down, this is 3.5 stars rounded up. There was an aura about this one that suggested it would be a noir revenge trip indistinguishable from magic, and sad to say that didn't quite happen. Simply - the book is too slow moving, and does a bit too much domestic. Walks, and drives, and breakfasts, and waving to the street full of neighbours, and weekend excursions, and hand-holding. Sure, attached to this is some slow-burn set-up for where it's all going, and it's clear that Elle has an agenda that is moving inexorably forward with every quiet conversation, or gift passed along. But this was a surprise entry on my Not Enough Happens list.
Still, Elle is fascinating. A few sudden new facts in her life, and she's on to the identities of those men who did the unspeakable to her mother, all those years ago. So, just about everything that happens in the book is Elle at work even when she's at play, expanding her social circle, flirting or doing falling in love simulations, admiring any scenery or towns or villages that are quite nice but actually needed to be visited so she can see a face or ask a few more questions. The book shifts from viewpoint to viewpoint, and although it is intriguing to get reactions to Elle from some of those around her who have no idea who she really is, of course the most fascinating sections are when we share Elle's thoughts. She has a damaged, clever brain, and an emotional life in harness. Her most direct thoughts are about manipulating, and murder.
I liked this, for sure. My direct thoughts were never boredom or next-book, but it simmers and murmurs nastiness for a long time, before it ramps up for the big finale, which was quite impressive. This lacks an inventiveness I loved in The Lady in the Car with Glasses and a Gun, which was more fun and suspenseful throughout. I mean, it's a totally different premise - but since this supposedly simple "revenge thriller" was leading up to some shocking twists at the end, I can't help feeling that Lady/Car/Glasses/Gun was superior, because it did more of that more often. I will say that if you're expecting some kind of revenge-driven killing spree with a corpse routinely dropping every 50 pages or so...uh, no. No, this is more...Hamlet. And wait, what did I rate Hamlet...?