Each has a secret
Each has a motive
Off the windswept Irish coast, guests gather for the wedding of the year.
When the loan time for my November library haul ran out, I went online and figured out how to extend my loan time. This introduced me to the possibilities of browsing the books online and reserving books, which is either going to be a game-changer or the end of life as I know it (currently unsure for my TBR pile is going to cope).
That is where I found this book.
I was loaned ‘The Hunting Party’ by Lucy Foley earlier this year by a friend, which gripped me mercilessly, demanding to be read until the mystery was solved. Therefore seeing ‘The Guest List’ online felt like something I couldn’t ignore – I reserved it and dutifully trotted down to the library when I got the message to say it was waiting for me (along with a Trisha Ashley book which I am anticipating with great delight).
I absolutely devoured this book. It’s one of those books that you just can’t put down, that gets harder to disengage from the further you get into the mystery. In both of her books that I have read, Lucy Foley conceals the identity of the victim until the last possible minute, even though by that point in the book knowing the identity of the victim does not necessarily help you identify the murderer.
In The Guest List Jules and Will are getting married on an island off the coast of Ireland. The chapters are from the perspectives of several different characters; Aoife the wedding planner, Hannah the wife of the brides best friend, The bride herself, Olivia the brides sister and Johnno the best man. The differing perspectives bring the build up towards the wedding and the wedding itself into starkly different lights as played out through the eyes of the varied players, giving the reader a sense of building suspense which I lapped up with a greed well recognised to readers.
As with ‘The Hunting Party’ the cracks in the many relationships start to show as the story progresses towards its inevitably tragic end, with some being vaguely expected while others were a complete curveball. Lucy Foley has an exquisite grasp of using anticipation to build your interest, and has a way of sprinkling secrets accross the book in such a way as to have you turning your accusing gaze from character to character without stealing anything from the ending. As with ‘The Hunting Party’, my suspicions regarding who the victim would be, as well as the murderer, changed so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash. It was brilliantly written and enjoyably devoured. By the time I was halfway through I had sent pictures of the title and blurb to at least two friends with firm instructions to get a copy and read it ASAP.
I would like to extend the same advice to you.
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