A review by nikolettefries
La verdad sobre el caso Harry Quebert by Joël Dicker

2.0

This was hard. Hard to finish, hard to digest, hard to process. I was entertained of course, but the pain I felt at every dialogue oh my god. Nobody talks like that, first of all and every single character was all over the place every single time they showed up. I was shocked of course at one point, because if you have like seven sub plots at one point you have to reveal what’s going on but oh lord, this changed direction almost five times. I was exhausted at one point. I mainly dislike big books exactly because of this; they think they have to fit some word quota and need to fill the narrative with unnecessary turns and twist that might give a bit of shock but the reader could easily live without. It was laughable to say the least. I had like a 10% left of the book and I was highly considering to just stop reading it without knowing what actually happened because it was just too much of nothing at one point.

Wow, that’s exactly how I feel about this book. It felt like a bunch of nothing going on for most of the time and it was just too much for me. I do enjoy regular books, where mundane things happen and I’m just there joining them on their silly lives but this felt like it was never getting somewhere. Also, can we stop using mental health issues as a “wild card” to turn a boring narrative into something big all of a sudden? It’s getting really tiring. I assure you there are other ways to make a good plot twist. Anyways, this is a hard 2.5 for me. Giving up on big books as I should for a while again now.

Also!!! It was so disgusting the way they tried to normalize that narrative about “never seeing someone talk about love like that” and that “they really loved each other, it was very passionate” SIDE EYE!!!!