It's a good hundred pages before the main story even rears its head.

I get the point of the lengthy build-up in order to understand Toby as a character - someone who has been handed everything in life without having to face the struggles others would have, and someone who cannot believe it when he meets his first misfortune - but that didn't make it any more enjoyable to get through. It takes so long to get to the main mystery, too. But I was so uninterested in Toby that huge chunks of this book made me want to go to sleep. She can get away with waffling on because I genuinely enjoy learning details about the characters, and listening to them have pages of dialogue about something unrelated to the plot.

For example, I usually enjoy the long-winded nature of Tana French's books. I think I can trace a lot of my issues back to Toby. Plus, French's narrators are typically smart and intuitive, so Toby's head-scratching was frustrating. The recession's over there's no reason for anyone to be stuck in the muck unless they actually choose to be.įlaws are interesting, but Toby's casual misogyny, judgement of others, and condescension make him extremely irritating. Instead of spending their time sniffing glue and breaking the wing mirrors off cars. He's a person who thinks this about poor, homeless people: He's tall, blond and handsome, works at a PR firm, has a loving girlfriend and a group of good friends, and pretty much gets away with everything. It's more that he's obnoxiously clueless, a self-proclaimed 'lucky bastard' wrapped in a bubble of his own privilege. He's an asshole, but it's not that because sometimes assholes can be interesting (I might want to rewrite that sentence later). And that's before we've got to Kennedy, Moran and the ferocious Antoinette Conway. I will probably never get over Frank and Rosie from Faithful Place. I shipped Rob and Cassie so hard in In the Woods, and Cassie herself made the implausible plot of The Likeness actually okay. The crimes are whatever the detectives - their voices, quirks, passions and personal histories - are what make her books so damn addictive. To start with, I feel like my love for French is centred around her awesome, snarky, flawed, messy, human detectives.

It's definitely not a bad book, but The Witch Elm - French's first standalone outside of her Dublin Murder Squad series - just didn't contain a lot of the stuff I've loved from this author. I keep trying to convince myself to bump this up a star because it's hard to believe Tana French can write anything that isn't amazing. I just knew I jinxed it by writing that first paragraph in my review of The Secret Place. I actually didn't love a Tana French book.

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