
A summer read on a summer read. This book went by as fast as summer will; it was engrossing as it was familiar, as sad as it was hopeful. Glynn has a way with words that will have you reminiscing on your old childhood memories, ruminating on your feelings of love, and question the way you explore yourself. A tremendous accomplishment that, like summer, you hope never ends.
I'm all for a good thrill but this one doesn't provide it. The premise had me intrigued but the execution fails to deliver and it disappoints at every chapter. Nor is the dialogue anything to celebrate: “Lucid? You are a piece of work, Mrs. Redgate. He suffers from paranoid delusions of schizophrenia - brought on by being married to you, no doubt... You've been free of him ever since you dropped him off in my care.” “F**k you, Doctor.” “Not a chance in hell, lady.” Doesn't exactly scream Doctor/Patient dialogue that is riveting. I had just read, “A Little Life” and was looking for something less dense, more entertaining - but this was far too on the other end of the spectrum.
I am a bit surprised by all the rave reviews and believe that if it wasn't written by Harry Potter's mother, it wouldn't be that raved about. 
This is a average, as-to-be-expected, detective story. Model dies under suspicious circumstances, a detective down on his luck is hired to solve the crime. What is accomplished in 449 pages, could have been done in half of that. I kept waiting for some major twists and turns - they don't come. By page 200, I took a guess as to “who'd done it?” and by 400, I proved myself correct. 
It will make a great movie adaptation for a summer flick - when nothing but fluff entertainment comes out. That is exactly what this is, fluff. It is an easy read, a page turner, and something you can get through in a long weekend, without thinking too hard about it. 
What is disappointing, and because it is written by J.K. Rowling herself, is that it doesn't meet the hype or the creativity that, at least I have, come to expect to her. You won't be drawn into some parallel world of invention filled with a made up language or characters with rich back stories. And I think that's what I've come to expect from the woman who brought us Hogwarts... and if she can't transfer that style into another genre, then maybe I should refrain from reading it.
Investigative reporting that's strong on narrative and thick with history and facts. It exposes the fact that a lot of science and marketing have gone into what we find on our shelves. The book will challenge you to think wisely about what you put in your mouths - because its not just your waistline that's getting fat, it's the coffers of big food companies' that are as well.
Predictable. I'm convinced that Dan Brown thinks he has a formula, and that every adventure he sends Langdon on will follow it - only it's not a perfect formula. This time, the history and insight to art and symbolism is eclipsed by the twists and turns that you can see coming. By page 200 you're hoping it ends or that the catastrophe Langdon is trying to save the world from - will actually kill him and Brown's formula off.
This is an easy read of a pretty predictable thriller. It is just enjoyable to read, something light to breeze thru on a flight.
I devoured this book on a cross-country flight and was blown away with how it takes the reader for a ride. There are many narrative twists that I don't want to risk spoiling, but it is to be read in its entirety to be understood. I found myself recalling a lot of my time from high school - the maturity I thought I had to deal with the too mature situations I found myself in. I can see how people feel frustrated by the unreliable narrator, but I appreciate a book that doesn't just hand over all the answers. If you like Meg Wolitzer's The Interestings, you'd love this book too.
I thought with all the hype I should give this book a try; boy, the masses are wrong on this one. Trite writing with a narrative voice that is annoying. I'm glad these characters moved out of New York, I don't need anymore obnoxious, juvenile neighbors. 
This book is truly a literary piece of junk. Will pass on anything else written by Flynn.