Liane Moriarty books are supposed to be delightful page turners of silly mysteries. Apples Never Fall tries to be the same – the wife/mother disappears in the first pages and we go back and forth in time trying to understand how and why – but it’s just boring. Not enough at stake, or who cares, or is there really a mystery here or did she just get fed up and drive off. Anyway, if you are looking for a follow-up to Big Little Lies or State of Terror this is Not The One. Move on.
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I think I’m done with Liane Moriarty. I had a lot of fun reading Big Little Lies, and Truly, Madly Guilty and I had fun reading this one, too. But it’s all the same book and the same reading experience: rich, white ladies encounter some soft tragedy and have their Tupperware selling businesses disrupted as a consequence. Okay, it’s not charitable (or accurate, I guess) to suggest the novels are pure fluff. Continue reading
I don’t believe in diets. In fact I’m pretty vocal about how ridiculous and counterproductive they are. Part of the reason is because of the fast-binge cycle: your body isn’t built for nutrient deprivation and so you get hungrier and hungrier until you find yourself crouched over the tub of icecream in the middle of the night wondering for what purpose you ever started out. Continue reading