This book was a 4 star read for me until the last 1/4, then it fell apart. This is essentially a study on grief, and how we can cling to people and the question, "why?". I was completely on board for this dive into Paul's mind, and how he in particular is grieving for his wife. Then the plot got a bit too convenient in quite a weird way, and started to lose me.

This is an extremely easy read that just flys by, which I appreciated after reading some more uniquely written books lately. There's really nothing profound here, but I enjoyed (most) of the story nonetheless. We see the story from two different timelines; memories from before Lexy's death, and current day with Paul trying to figure out what happened. I thought this style suited the book well, as it was able to show us key moments without a lot of fluff around them.

The description I had read for this book talked about how Paul suspected suicide, and at one point even thought the dog might have done it. Since it was in the description I figured those two for sure were out as possibilities. Imagine my surprise when it turns out that Lexy actually killed herself. This was a let down for me. I really thought the book was going to go in another direction.

I also ended up disliking Lexy quite a bit. Everything had to be done her way, and the tiniest of things set her off on very destructive rampages. Paul even tries to talk her into getting help with no luck. Then she takes what the "psychic" says way too seriously, and offs herself the next day. Suicide is not a light subject, and I feel like the way it was portrayed in this book shows how much of a selfish act it can be.

 

Overall, I think this book had a lot of promise, but then took a turn into left field that I don't think anyone wanted.