Earlier this year, I wrote a blog on Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney, saying that so far this was my favorite novel of the year. Now, sadly, I am going to blog about my least favorite novel of the year, Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty. That’s right – her newest title. I really, really wanted to like it, but there was absolutely nothing about it that caught my attention.
This book is about a group of people that go to a health resort that promises rejuvenation and inner peace. Each person comes in with their own baggage (both physical & psychological), and even some of the staff have issues. Each chapter has one of the guests or staff speak to you as if they are telling a story about what the various treatments are doing for them. At first all is what you would expect from a resort like this: healthy food, massages, hiking, yoga, etc.
But then the treatments take a dark and strange turn.
Now this is where the novel should have redeemed itself. But noooo… Instead, it just went on and on about what was happening in the “spa”, and all I kept thinking was “who cares”?
I hate being so negative about this because I have enjoyed all of her other novels, but I will not be recommending this one.