what I liked about the much anticipated new novel by B.A Paris (BEHIND CLOSED DOORS) was the double entendre title, THE BREAKDOWN. the book starts off with a slow roll on a rainy night down a deserted winding road where as the reader, you can feel your clammy hands grip the steering wheel as the rain pelts at the window, as the wipers screech achingly across the windshield. the car passes a broken down vehicle and whoa, wait, is that a person inside the car? will you stop? will you call the police for help?
turn the page and main protagonist, Cass is home with her handsome and understanding husband and they cook a lot of curry, tend to the garden and Cass slowly descends into madness. is she having a breakdown? she can’t remember ordering the deliveries that arrive at her door, oops did she tell people to come for a BBQ today? where did she park the car?
the cop out pill popping storyline ensues and Cass sinks further into her sofa.
the plot is thought out, however ordinary it may turn out to be. the writing is good, the parcel is tied in a bow, with all the pieces explained, but there isn’t really a wow factor, and the seasoned reader can see where this road is going from a mile away.
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