Well, that didn't turn out the way I expected. Usually I'd say that's a good thing in a book, but this one veered so far off course that it was laughable. I will read pretty much anything from Riley Sager, so I was glued to the pages until around the halfway point. By then, Casey's daily log of her drinks (vodka, more vodka -- sometimes with ice, sometimes without, bourbon, sketchy rum from a dusty bottle she found in a crawlspace) got to be the main topic so I skimmed. By skimmed, I mean I skipped entire pages desperately hoping for the book to get better.
Then suddenly, I thought it did! Until a couple of major twists appeared, making me cough out a chuckle and wondering if maybe Casey was just off on a drunken hallucination. Nope, it was the actual story.
Two stars because at least the author proved that super rich celebrities can have problems too. The same celebrities who have nothing better to do than drink all day and spy on their neighbors with binoculars.