I am a sucker for a British thriller. And this one is pretty much ok. It’s perfectly suited to a non-taxing reading or reading event. There’s not a whole to say about depth or intrigue or anything else. But it’s competently-written and competently plotted, and won’t be a book for the ages, like I think Gone Girl is, but it could be the start of a perfectly solid career. If Ruth Ware stops writing books, she will likely be forgotten as a writer in due time. […]