
Title: The Kind Worth Killing
Pages: 312
Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: William Morrow
Date Published: February 3, 2015
Format: ebook
Source: Overdrive
Synopsis:
A devious tale of psychological suspense involving sex, deception, and an accidental encounter that leads to murder. This is a modern re-imagining of Patricia Highsmith’s classicStrangers on a Train from the author of the acclaimed The Girl with a Clock for a Heart.
On a night flight from London to Boston, Ted Severson meets the mysterious Lily Kintner. Sharing one too many martinis, the strangers begin to play a game of truth, revealing intimate details about themselves. Ted talks about his marriage and his wife Miranda, who he’s sure is cheating on him. But their game turns dark when Ted jokes that he could kill Miranda for what she’s done. Lily, without missing a beat, says calmly, “I’d like to help.”
From there, Ted and Lily’s twisted bond grows stronger as they plot Miranda's demise, but soon these co-conspirators are embroiled in a game of cat-and-mouse--one they both cannot survive--with a shrewd and very determined detective on their tail.
Review
I had no idea what I was getting into when I starter though, because I didn't read anything about it. I can tell you I didn't think it would be anything like it was... but I don't say that in a bad way.
The book starts switching between Ted, present day, and Lily, past - starting in her preteens. There's a scene that happens with Lily when she's about 12. I was panicking at first, thinking I was tricked into reading another book that would cause me distress and, although it did bother me, I was absolutely okay with how it was handled.
It was written in a pretty captivating way, making me want to keep reading it - despite obligations. As the story continues, more character POVs are added. And things did get awkward closer to the end. There was a point where it was switching between four characters, but they were all saying the same thing, but from their own perspectives. It was annoyingly repetitive.
At the very end, though, I cackled. It was glorious. Unexpected, but perfect.