This is my least favorite Tana French book so far. That's not to say it's bad -- French is an amazing writer, and I think she's incapable of writing a genuinely bad book. But this book just doesn't live up to the high standards she's set for herself.

At the end of the day, The Hunter just isn't what I expected from French, as the mystery takes a backseat pretty much the whole time, which is a shame because she writes damn good mysteries.

Nobody even dies until over halfway through. I think the intention was for you to wonder who's going to die, but let's be real, you know who it's going to be.

 

Read this book if you want simmering tension, social games,

and a whole lot of not fucking communicating.

If you're hoping for a juicy murder mystery, read any other of French's books.