I'm not sure what the worst part of this book was. The so-called 'feminism' that revolved around hating on other women for the way they act and calling them chauvinist pigs, while claiming you can't have a boyfriend and be a feminist, while continuing to base your self worth on men. Perhaps its the weird and uncomfortable treatment of Russ as a native american (does holly know there are more native americans than just jacob from twilight?), and the fact that we're just accepting Lottie gets turned on by native american guys? It could be the weird fat-shaming comments about a literal child, where she describes his fat as 'melting ice cream' and exclusively refers to him as obese. It could even be the fact that alcoholism is used as a desperate plot point to make a romance more angsty. Either way. I hated it.
from reading the blurb it would be an easy mistake to think this a mystery/thriller, yet this book focuses less on what happened to Lydia and more on why. It reaches back into the family dynamics and their own pasts - and how the pain in their lives reflected on Lydia's. Even still, the book is a thriller in a certain way, with a drip-feed of information, leaving the reader think they know the whole truth - when really they know nothing, speaking to our own flawed way of communication with our loved ones. Also, Ng's style is poetic and dreamlike, and so easily read.