WTF?

‘How do you know,’ she says quietly, ‘that I haven’t already done that?’

Oh my God. I feel weak with horror.

I take a long gulp of tea, my teeth chattering at the edge of the mug, and I try to think, try to gather the strands of all this together. This is not true.

Clare

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is screwing with my head. No sane person would be sitting here drinking tea with a woman who

murdered her fiancé and tried to drive their car off the road

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.

And yet, and yet... Seriously, WTF?!

Bwahahaha... The way this is going, my predictions may - for the first time ever - be spot on!

This story is ridiculous, and for being a crime writer, our MC is seriously lacking in powers of observation, but I have to say that this has been a vary entertaining read.  

‘James is … was …’ I swirled the drink in my glass, the ice cubes chinking as I tried to think how to phrase it. ‘My ex,’ I said at last.

It was true – but so far from the whole truth that it felt almost like a lie.

‘We were together at school.’

‘At school?’ Tom raised both eyebrows this time. ‘Good lord. Dark ages. Childhood sweethearts?’

‘Yes, I guess so.’

‘But you’re friends now?’

What could I say? No, I haven’t seen him since the day he texted me. No, I’ve never forgiven him for what he said, what he did. No. ‘I … not exactly. We sort of lost touch.’

 

 

 

Ok, prediction time:

So, far into the story - thanks to the telling in flashbacks, while our MC is recovering from amnesia in hospital (not really a spoiler, we know this from the first few pages) - I think there are some obvious red herrings in this one, and I think one of them is

. 

I also get a whiff of a particular Christie plot

from this story, so I am inclined to suspect that the person most likely to be connected with the victim is

. 

Who else would have a motive as none of the other characters seem to know about James and the MC? I think all of the other characters met Clare at uni, i.e. after James and Nora broke up.

Yes, I am still reading this. It's a ridiculous book, and I want to know if the solution to this is equally ridiculous.

Yup. This has taken a turn into the ridiculous. 

I sank back on the sofa and shut my eyes, feeling the tequila, champagne and coke mixing in my veins. All evening I had been trying to connect the boy I’d known with the Clare of today, and this only brought into sharp focus the strangeness of it all. Had he really changed that much? Did they sit in their London flat, snorting up, side by side, and did he think of what he’d said when he was sixteen and reflect on the irony of it, the irony that he was now one of those tossers he’d laughed at all those years ago?

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Ok. Never mind. We're back into the same territory as The Hunting Party and the people at the party have turned into idiots.

They all seem to be hung up on something, and what is worse is that even tho they don't really know each other, none of the characters seem to have the common sense to not rise to the others' jibes. 

And wtf is the mc still doing at the party?