And when Ron Howard buys the rights to your novel before it even gets published you don’t even have to pussyfoot around. This one gets compared in the blurb to both Gone Girl and The Girl On The Train. (Two stories which have absolutely nothing in common, but who gives a shit right? Those name drops sell themselves!)
Per usual when it comes to these “if you loved ______________, you’ll really love this” comparisons, I found this one to be just aiiiight and absolutely not at all like its predecessors.
The Girl Before is told both in the “Now” and in the “Then.” The “Then” focuses on Emma and the “Now” features Jane. Both women had some sort of superbadawful they were trying to get over when an opportunity to reside at One Folgate Street presented itself. While each woman’s first instinct was to be wary of a landlord who made them answer an invasive questionnaire and would still probably turn them down, they each opted to do so for personal reasons – which eventually had them answering the question . . . .
“Do you know what a restrictive covenant is?”
To which I replied . . . .
I deal with that shizz errrry day and it’s boring as hell. Luckily this story wasn’t as boring as my job. One Folgate Street was a home designed to take care of all of your creature comforts via a smart program known as “Housekeeper” . . . .
But it was also a house with some skeletons in the closet . . . or at the bottom of the staircase/buried in the backyard, if you will. The Girl Before definitely isn’t anything that’s going to change your life, but it was an o-kay mystery thriller with some fairly decent twists and turns and it reminded me a bit of a blast from my past . . . .
(A book I’m terrified to read because everyone seems to hate it even more than they do the film.)
In fact, things were going along swimmingly until the point where this happened . . . .
“Yes Daddy. Yes.”
2.5 Stars it is.
So enough about the book, let’s talk about the movie for a second. Dear Ron Howard, even though the leading ladies in this story are described as Audrey Hepburn-esque brunettes, do me a solid and use the fact that these two women are interchangeable to your advantage . . . .
One’s even your own kid so you should be able to sign her up for cheap.
And if you need someone to make a cameo as the dead wife????? Look no further . . . .
(You can send my casting fee to firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks in advance.)
Book #10(?????? I think) in the Library Winter Reading Challenge – “Read to Reel.”
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.