My Review:In the last day of summer, Grace Fairchild, the beautiful young wife of real estate mogul Allister Calloway, vanished from the family’s lake house without a trace, leaving behind her seven-year old daughter, Charlie, and a slew of unanswered questions.
Years later, seventeen-year-old Charlie still struggles with the dark legacy of her family name and the mystery surrounding her mother. Determined to finally let go of the past, she throws herself into life at Knollwood, the prestigious New Englandschool she attends. Charlie quickly becomes friends with Knollwood’s “it” crowd.
Charlie has also been tapped by the A’s—the school’s elite secret society well known for terrorizing the faculty, administration, and their enemies. To become a member of the A’s, Charlie must play The Game, a semester-long, diabolical high-stakes scavenger hunt that will jeopardize her friendships, her reputation, even her place at Knollwood.
As the dark events of past and present converge, Charlie begins to fear that she may not survive the terrible truth about her family, her school, and her own life.
Typically I really enjoy books set at boarding schools . . . add a mystery and a secret society and I'm sold but this just felt staid and I was bored. Charlie was a fine narrator (alternated with her parents, in the past) but I just didn't care. The mystery was kind of over before it began and then a big shiny bow was tied on to the end. I don't know, I just needed and wanted something less predictable, something more. That being said, the writing was fine and you may enjoy this one more than I did.
All These Beautiful Strangers came out earlier this week on July 10, 2018, and you can purchase HERE.
I glanced at my husband sitting next to me and I thought about how I missed the electric charge of attraction that came when you didn't know every facet of a person. When you didn't sleep next to them every night, or share a bathroom, or clean up after them when they were sick. I missed the mystery--the not knowing what comes next. That point when the other person seemed perfect because you only knew the best parts of them--the parts they wanted you to see.