This book was such a brilliant read. It captured me right from the very start and I just loved everything about it. The characters and the story were just excellent.

This might be the hardest life blow for Maisie Brennan - not the cruel life with her abusive husband in the past, not her beloved mother slowly losing (herself) in the battle with Alzheimer - but that her beloved 16-year-old son Jeremy is missing. Jeremy has always been the caring one, the polite one, the right one. So how can he be missing? And his best friend Rave, too?

Before reading the ending, I would give this book a solid 3 stars review. Fine beachy read with some interesting characters, nice warmness and humanity presented. But the ending has killed all that for me. This is an agenda in the story's clothing, so to say, which is one of the worst literary sins for me. Also, the final "violence" is somewhat (ab)used to emotionally manipulate the readers to feel the "tragedy". Why not just to use the real tragedy of what happened to let it be the small yet big, real, human pain, why the need for the preaching?

Unable to finish the book. Apologies it just wasn't for me. There was too much writing as spoken rather than the odd word and it didn't work for me. I really am sorry.