The Expats by Chris Pavone
I really wanted to like this. It had the kind of idea that intrigues me a lot. The secret life come back to haunt you story. But Pavone jumps around so much that I lost all the joy of reading trying to figure out where in the time line I was. I have this rule of 20%. I read 20% of a book, no matter what, to give it time to find it’s footing. I made 19% on this one. And despite all that I walked away from it for 2 weeks without giving it a single thought. Didn’t care who the “scary suspicious” woman was who popped up in the protag’s life was. Vaguely hoped she’d kill her.