In a Dark, Dark Wood

In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware; 2016

*Sad face*

In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware started off with SO MUCH PROMISE!!! It hit all of my check list items for a *~creepy~* book: isolated house; isolated house in the woods; isolated house in the woods made of glass; unstable hostess; mysterious guests with secrets; unclaimed footprints in the snow; locked doors blowing open in the middle of the night; ouija board. Yesyesyesyesyes.

The first half of this book was strong, but then it just kind of unraveled at the halfway mark. I guessed everything that happened without even trying. I’m not saying that in a braggy way, just in a way that implies the different strings of the plot were too obvious.

It has some Girl on the Train vibes in the sense that the main character is p. annoying and is suffering from amnesia at a very specific, pivotal moment to the mystery. AKA when the crime stuff happens. The memory loss plot gets boring to me because it often feels like a cop out. Anyway –

A brief summary: Nora, the narrator, hasn’t seen her ex-best friend, Clare in 10 years, ever since a mysterious incident when they were 16. Out of nowhere, Nora receives an invitation to Clare’s bachelorette party and for some reason, Nora decides to go. Things go downhill when Nora arrives at the secluded glass house in the woods where the bachelorette party is held. I WON’T SAY ANYTHING MORE because the book is really, really short and saying anything more basically gives it away.

It’s definitely a worthwhile read in the right time and place, maybe just better to borrow than to buy.

-M

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