- Alice Moss
- Edith Moss (Alice’s mother)
- Bill (Alice’s husband)
- Harry (Bill’s son)
- Jack (Alice’s step-father)
- John Richards
Harry Ackerson has always considered his stepmother, Alice, to be sexy and beautiful in an “otherworldly” way. She has always been kind and attentive, if a little aloof in the last few years.
Days before his college graduation, Alice calls with shocking news. His father is dead, and the police think it’s suicide. Devastated, Harry returns to his father’s home in Maine. There, he and Alice will help each other pick up the pieces of their lives and uncover what happened to his father.
Shortly after he arrives, Harry meets a mysterious young woman named Grace McGowan. Though she claims to be new to the area, Harry begins to suspect that Grace may not be a complete stranger to his family. But she isn’t the only attractive woman taking an interest in Harry. The sensual Alice is also growing closer, coming on to him in an enticing, clearly sexual way.
Mesmerized by these two women, Harry finds himself falling deeper under their spell. Yet the closer he gets to them, the more isolated he feels, disoriented by a growing fear that both women are hiding dangerous – even deadly – secrets…and that neither one is telling the truth.
I have always enjoyed Peter Swanson books, they never had a crazy ending but the ride of the story is a good one. It’s always filled with mystery and prediction. This book is like a knot that you have to untangle every time you read the next chapter. Not the thrilling type of book I enjoy, and say “wtf” but a smooth ride. I would recommend if you like a slow burning crime/murder book.
Also, one thing I have noticed with Swanson’s writing is that he always mentions books. “Eight Perfect Murders” written by Swanson, were murders mentioned in books (bookstore owner main character) and in this book, Bill is a bookstore owner.
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“Harry felt a sudden and revolting sense of pure grief. It swept through him like an attack of nausea, an absolute knowledge that he was all alone and life was meaningless and devoid of joy.”― Peter Swanson, All the Beautiful Lies