by: Christine Lennon
Releasing: February 21, 2017
For two decades, Elizabeth has tried to escape the ghosts of her past…tried to erase the painful memories…tried to keep out the terrifying nightmares. But twenty years after graduating from the University of Florida, her carefully curated life begins to unravel, forcing her to confront the past she’s tried so hard to forget.
1990s, Gainesville, Florida…
Elizabeth and her two closest friends, Caroline and Ginny, are having the time of their lives in college—binge watching Oprah, flirting for freebies from Taco Bell, and breaking hearts along the way. But without warning, their world is suddenly shattered when a series of horrific acts of violence ravage the campus, changing their lives forever.
Sweeping readers from the exclusive corners of sorority life in the South to the frontlines of the drug-fueled, slacker culture in Manhattan in the ‘90s and early ‘00s, when Elizabeth is forced to acknowledge her role in the death of a friend in order to mend a broken friendship and save her own life, The Drifter is an unforgettable story about the complexities of friendships and the secrets that can ultimately destroy us.
This was less than okay book for me. The premise sounded like it was going to be a book that would hook me from the beginning.
It did. But after that first chapter, it all went downhill.
I liked seeing the different perspectives, what little there was. Besty’s part seemed to go on and on and on, in one extra-long flashback. It was intriguing in the beginning, but after a few pages, it was just so full of details that it became too heavy.
I like descriptions as much as the next person, maybe even a little more so. There was detail, after detail, after detail. About everything! It became too much for me.
Example: (from the ARC) “It starts north of Detroit at the Canadian border and snakes down to Ohio past Toledo and Dayton, further south to Lexington, KY, before it passes through the depressed west Tennessee mountains into Atlanta and Macon until it crosses the state line into absolute empty, impossible green space.” (page 14). This is talking about Interstate 75. A freeway in all its glory.
Because I was so bogged down with the minute details, I didn’t feel much of the thriller aspect of this debut novel. I think I was expecting more than what I received. With that being said, I would definitely give Christine Lennon another try. Her prose was beautifully written, and at times it was gorgeous. I would like to see what she comes up with next.
*I voluntarily read and reviewed an Advanced Reader Copy of this book.