I just… didn’t really like it that much. I hated every single character including the protagonist, the story kind of droned on and on, and the ending was predictable.

When Libby was 7, her whole family was murdered and her brother Ben was convicted of the murders. With the encouragement of a group of crime fanatics, she starts on a journey to find the truth, after 25 years. Libby is one-dimensional, boring, understandably hollow and depressed. The chapters alternate between current day Libby’s perspective, 1985 Ben’s perspective, and 1985 Mom perspective. 1985 Ben was very unnerving. The theme of a Satanic murder was missing throughout the book, only depicted through cattle sacrifices seemingly unnecessary, utilised for gore.

Loose ends were all tied up, but it was still a long read. What kept me going was my small fondness for Mom (Patty).