However that was before Big, Little Lies!
Sixteen chapters of waiting, with very little suspence or enticement to keep going, before the first big reveal occurred. That’s fifty pages more than I give most books that haven’t grabbed by that point. If not for my love affair with Moriarty’s backlist and for Mr Books encouragement to keep going (he’d already read it), I would have abandoned ship.
My ARC cover has the tag “the novel we’ve all been waiting for.” And I had. I had been so excited and had such high expectations that Moriarty would continue to raise the bar and write another funny, heart-warming, endearing story about some of my bestest friends.
When I first read the blurb on the back, I thought, ‘oh no, it’s The Slap all over again! How could she?’
I failed to connect to Clementine or Erika from the get-go and their husbands felt like blank cut-outs. Vid and Tiffany were interesting, but they seemed to be stereotypes rather than real people.
One of the things that Moriarty does really well though, and did so again in Truly Madly Guilty, was social discomfort. She captured perfectly all the weird, awkward, nuanced moments that make up our daily interactions with others. Guilt was obviously a big theme this time around and Moriarty displayed guilt in all its guises, big and small.
Normally I finish a Moriarty with an equal measure of delight and melancholy. Delight at how she spun all the threads together at the end and sadness at the thought of leaving behind all my new best friends.
In Truly Madly Guilty all the loose end were tied up with a degree of satisfaction, it just took too long to get there. Her twists and turns that I normally enjoy, came across as manipulation this time around. The pleasures weren’t pleasurable enough for the amount of time you had to wait around for them.
This won’t put me off reading Moriarty in the future though.
I have read enough of her backlist to feel a great deal of affection and hopefulness towards her body of work as a whole as well as anything she may do in the future.
Mr Books also struggled his way through Truly Madly Guilty for similar reasons. It prompted us to rate her books (that we’ve read so far) from favourite to least favourite.
My favourite Moriarty’s are:
Big Little Lies
What Alice Forgot
The Hypnotist’s Love Story
The Husband’s Secret
Equal last The Last Anniversary & Truly Madly Guilty
What’s your favourite Moriarty?