When the artist Marianne Glass falls to her death, everyone insists it was a tragic accident. Yet Rowan Winter, once her closest friend, suspects there is more to the story. Ever since she was young, Marianne had paralyzing vertigo. She would never have gone so close to the roof's edge.
Marianne -- and the whole Glass family -- once meant everything to Rowan. For a teenage girl, motherless with a much-absent father, this lively, intellectual household represented a world of glamour and opportunity.
But since their estrangement, Rowan knows only what the papers reported about Marianne's life: her swift ascent in the London art world, her much-scrutinized romance with her gallerist. If she wants to discover the truth about her death, Rowan needs to know more. Was Marianne in distress? In danger? And so she begins to seek clues -- in Marianne's latest work, her closest relationships, and her new friendship with an iconoclastic fellow artist.
But the deeper Rowan goes, the more sinister everything seems. And a secret in the past only she knows makes her worry about her own fate . . .
This was one of those books that started out very promising but I ended up not liking as much as I thought. Once I finished the book and thought it over I decided to that I do like the actual story line, I was just not a huge fan of how it was written out. While the book was actually suspenseful it was hard to see while reading it because there was simply too much going on and by too much I mean back story, there seemed to be so much crammed in there that the suspends was gone by the time we got around back to the original point The same goes with characters, there were way to many people to keep up with and also certain things were just dragged out and could have been more enjoyable if it would have been shorter. Overall, I enjoyed the story but I think in this case less is more would have been even better. If you enjoy extremely well and long detailed backgrounds and worlds and characters you will enjoy this book. I rate this book 2 ★
*I received a free copy from the publisher and chose to leave a voluntary review. Thank you!*
Lucie Whitehouse was born in the Cotswolds in 1975 and grew up in Warwickshire. She studied Classics at Oxford University and then began a career in publishing while spending evenings, weekends and holidays working on the book that would eventually become THE HOUSE AT MIDNIGHT.
Having married in 2011, she now divides her time between the UK and Brooklyn, where she lives with her husband. She writes full time and has contributed features to the Times, the Sunday Times, the Independent, Elle and Red Magazine.