Sunday, October 8, 2017

The breakdown by B. A. Paris

Rating: 1-Star

Summary on Goodreads.

"Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped..." [ + more].

Similar to Behind closed doors in this book we have a female character that is an idiot but turns out to be a gone-girl (as in Flynn's book Gone Girl).

The plot starts with the murder of a woman Cass saw parked in the rain. Cass thought the woman's car had broken down in the rain yet Cass didn't stop to help her. Consumed by guilt, Cass faces also the problem of potential early dementia and anonymous calls. Cass starts to forget appointments, conversations, invitations and so on. And someone keeps calling from a blocked number and hanging up or not talking.

I was completly bored with the constant scenario of the stupid phone calls. Call the police, change the number, don't answer... I don't know!

But I was even more bored with Cass constantly forgetting things. She forgot her doctor's appointment, that she invited people over.... So if you know that you have a case of the crazies, why are you disputing things? "No, I did not sign that paper" but I already knew that it was going to turned out that she did (for the sake of the plot).

At this point I didn't know if the story was about the murder or the slow fall of a woman into dementia.

Alas! By the end of the book everything became clear in the stupidest way. And now we have endless, insipid text messages that explain what was really going on.

As stupid as Cass seemed to be, she grows ovaries and takes care of things, thus turning into a cunning character at the end. The road there was painful. I cannot get back the time I spent reading this book...