The writing is good. One sticks with it to the end. Don't know what this says about the reader.
This is the second novel of Lily King's hoping the 'heroine' would off herself and let all the people she's been abusing get on with their lives and find some happiness.
Why does this author write about dysfunctional and somewhat abusive but "wildly attractive" (according to her) women who have some terrible secret to hide from their distant past that makes them irresistible to decent men and children?
I'm tempted but determined to stay away from The Pleasing Hour until I've read something positive and uplifting beforehand.