Title: You Were Made for This
Author: Michelle Sacks
Pub Date: June 28th, 2018
My Rating: ★★★☆☆
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Synopsis from Goodreads:
A bold, sharp, gripping debut about a couple whose perfect life in the Swedish countryside is not what it seems…
In an idyllic house in a Swedish wood, Merry and her husband are building their new dream life with their young baby, far away from events that overshadowed their old life in New York. And they’re happy, aren’t they? Blissfully, blissfully happy.
When Merry’s childhood friend Frances comes to stay, Frances barely recognises her old friend Merry, pureeing baby food, baking, living the Swedish dream. But little by little, cracks begin to show in her carefully constructed fairy tale. And Frances starts to see things others might miss. Dark and treacherous things.
And then a terrible tragedy unfolds…
The facade of Mary and Sam’s life is beautiful, pretty hose in the middle of the Swedish wilderness, baby boy, happy parents, fruit and vegetable garden, homemade meals. Sounds so charming, and looks so nice on the photos that Mary sends to her childhood friend Frank. Unless you look closely you won’t see all the secrets and abuse. Mary, Sam and Frank should never spend time together, they are destructive forces by themselves, but in a group, it’s tenfold. The secrets they keep simmer underneath just to overboil at one point.
You Were Made for This is a dark story, that very slowly creeps on you. For a long time, you are not sure what will happen, what the tragedy will be, you feel that’s something’s not quite right, but what exactly? I haven’t read a similar story to this one, and I’m struggling to find words to describe my feelings about this book. The story is disturbing, and it was hard to read about such atrocities. But just because I find the story itself so horrible, doesn’t mean it’s not a well-written story. It’s just hard to read because of the emotions of anger and dismay that it triggers.
No matter how many secrets the characters have, I think the author is showing them off too early, and even readers that aren’t well-seasoned in suspense novels will know who committed the crime. There’s an attempt to fool us, but really, it doesn’t work. The power of the book doesn’t lie in the search of who did it, you keep turning pages because you need to understand why they did it.