I finished The Lifeboat in short order. (It's also a short book.) It wasn't bad.I am a fan of books with unreliable narrators. As this book opens, our heroine is on trial for murder. Whose murder? Time will tell. Grace narrates in a flashback, and you hear the story of her ill-fated trans-Atlantic voyage in the very early days of WWI. She ends up in -- you guessed it -- a lifeboat with a few dozen others.
As the days pass, Grace's tales become a little bit less reliable. People in the lifeboat start to die. Do we believe her when she explains how and why? I guess you'll have to read for yourself to find out.
I like that I don't really know if her recounting of events was accurate. I dig that in a book (or movie). (Related aside: I'm dying to read The Girl on the Train.) It was a moderately engaging experience. I think I just didn't like Grace's character all that much. I found her mix of innocence and entitlement to be irritating. Although I suppose, in a way, those are the very things that make her a type of narrator I enjoy. It appears I have a dilemma.
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