Mystery and skulduggery in an upscale Colorado subdivision.
A vandal is disrupting the peaceful facade of Cottonwood Estates, spray-painting graffiti, bashing carved pumpkins, and breaking a window in a private home. This miscreant is an emblem of what lies beneath this family-friendly community—secrets, lies, betrayals, and worse. The story focuses on three members of the Cottonwood Book Club: Annie Perley, who has a complicated past and a teenage daughter suddenly acting strangely; Jen Pagano, who’s put her career on hold to deal with her violence-prone 13-year-old son; and Lena Meeker, a new book-club recruit who’s older, wealthier, and lonelier than the others. Something terrible happened in Cottonwood 15 years ago, and Lena was directly involved (exactly how, we don’t know). Author Heller interrupts the present-day narrative with occasional flashbacks that provide clues about who did what to whom. Overall, the novel is intended as frothy fun with serious undertones. There are some clever digs at suburbia—for example, Annie’s worried musings about her kids: “Should Hank and Laurel be composing oboe concertos? Why haven’t they written cookbooks for charity?” And the book club’s selections are amusingly eclectic, from Lolita to something called The Spicy Hot Marriage. As for drama, Jen’s anguish over son Abe—who may or may not be the vandal—seems authentic. But much of the book is overly familiar. The characters are hard to differentiate at first, and it's hard to care about them. The plot twists often seem arbitrary, if not unbelievable. Too many of the characters “feel a bitter taste in their throat”—or words to that effect—in tense moments. And the big reveals at the end may leave readers a bit puzzled.
Not as entertaining or absorbing as it means to be.