Full disclosure: I received a copy of this book from Penguin Random House of Canada in exchange for an honest review.
Ten years ago, on a holiday at a farmhouse in France, the French neighbour went missing on the last night Katie and her friends were there. Now, Tom is telling her that they found Severine’s body in the well at the farmhouse and a french detective would be coming to speak with each of them once more.
In the ten years since that week, Katie has become a lawyer, starting her own legal headhunting business and doesn’t need the stigma of being involved in a murder investigation. Still, everyone from that week is cooperating – Tom, who is coming back to London from Boston, his cousin Seb, Katie’s ex-boyfriend who she hasn’t seen since they broke up right after that week, Caro, still singular-minded, working at her father’s law firm, and Katie’s best friend Lara, a Swedish transplant who has never had any trouble getting the kinds of men she wants. The only one missing is Theo – it was his family’s farm, he knew Severine the best and after whatever happened happened, he signed up for the military and ended up dying over there.
Lexie Elliott’s The French Girl is a different kind of mystery. The mystery happened ten years ago, there are no flashbacks, no clues uncovered by intrepid investigators or curious friends. We stick with Katie as she is haunted by Severine, as she tries to piece together what might have happened all those years ago, while trying to get her business into the black. She reconnects with the group that was there that week and all of them talk about what the French detective has been asking, what he’s been focused on.
The French Girl is kind of sinister because we don’t have anymore idea what happened all those years ago than Katie. There is no evidence, no trail to follow. The entire book is the interactions this group has with each other and the detective. It’s a unique way of telling this kind of story and I really did appreciate it. I enjoyed my time with The French Girl, reading it in glorious late-winter sunshine.
But I’m not sure that this one will excite everyone. It was clever for sure but was it compelling? Not especially. I wasn’t counting the minutes until I could get back to it. It was an easy, no-pressure read that I would have been happy reading on a beach or poolside. I’m not convinced it would have held my attention on a long flight or a commute though.
I liked The French Girl, I will loan it out, and I’m OK with not getting anything more out of it.
6 thoughts on “The sinister mystery of The French Girl”
I feel this way about a look of books I read-not particularly compelling, but a good read for the circumstances I found myself in. Great review!
Sometimes that’s all you need or want!
This sounds interesting.
Completely agree. I flew through this because I wanted to know what happened, but wasn’t especially in love with any of it!
I’m more and more okay with books that are just fine. Nothing I need to hold onto forever. Just entertainment when I need it and then I can walk away. I’m a bit intrigued by the mystery of this now, will add to to my list for a pool book.
You know, I’m really starting to come around to this same thinking. Maybe it’s because the world seems to need so much more from us that we don’t have the energy to put into more serious reading. In many ways, it’s a relief to just enjoy the read and then stop thinking about it as soon as I’m done.