6:40 to Montreal

I don’t know. I was very intrigued by the premise of this book, but the execution was underwhelming. Firstly, even with the aid of the fact that it’s winter where I am now, the book didn’t have that kind of cold feel to it, the “we’re trapped inside with the snow piling up outside” feeling. Something about how it was told. And then the resolution of the mystery was … disappointing. I had to go back and read it a few times to see if I’d missed something, but I hadn’t. It’s contrived, kind of out of left field, and with a lot of open questions. I still don’t get how or why the spider factors into it, and who the guy who died was to our protagonist – nobody? Her husband just killed a stranger to spice up their life? And there’s some implication that things might point at her as the culprit, but why would they? And all of this … with a few months left to live? Your husband murdered a guy so you wouldn’t have an affair before you die? Really? Honestly the more I think about it all the madder I get about the resolution.

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