This is not only an affectionate yet terrifying portrayal of Alzheimer’s, but also a murder mystery. In some ways, I wish I’d never read it, though that’s not to say it’s not a good book.
There’s brilliant writing, characterisation and dialogue in this odd little book about jewellery – but the plotting is as clunky as it would be if I’d written it. Personally, I’ve always thought plot was overrated.
I am only 13% into this book and I hate it. But so many famous people like it *coughLenaDunhamcough* that this makes me feel inadequate. Which makes me hate it even more. So maybe disregard my opinion.