First I have to say that I HATE Sharon Bolton. She is so good! Damn, she’s good. I haven’t read any of her other books, but if they’re as good as Little Black Lies then I’m in big trouble because I’m not going to have time to do my own writing.
I got sucked into this story from page 1—and there was plenty to keep me turning pages throughout. This isn’t a typical suspense or mystery—it’s more of a combination of women’s fiction and suspense.
The Falkland Islands setting was beautifully written. If you’re one of those people who skim descriptions, you won’t in this story. The islands were a character, sometimes soothing, sometimes mysterious, sometimes horrifying.
Bolton’s choice of when to change the point of view was genius at each point. Her characters and their flaws—despicable, yet very human flaws—came alive on the pages, but I still loved them and wanted the best for each. She’s great with secondary characters too.
I had tears in my eyes when I finished and will remember the story of Catrin, Callum and Rachel for years to come.