This was highly recommended to me, but it took two tries to get through it.

Yes, by the time I got past the first 60 pages, I was starting to enjoy it. But it annoyed me a lot right off the bat. I HATE it when the person telling the story knows something but won’t tell you. Atwood dragged it on and on, and you knew that the man character knew more than she was telling, but she took a long time to tell it.

All these flashbacks and flash forwards, interpolated with news stories. Let’s just say that if you like mysteries, this is a really good one. Fine writing for that. But I hate mysteries. I always feel like someone is trying to pull one over me.

It was a good book, but it annoyed me a lot.