The Weight of Silence by Heather GudenkaufMy rating: 1 of 5 stars
This book was a master-class of things I hate the most in novels: expository infodumps. I. Hate. That. It is so dull. Dull. I cannot stress that enough. It is so annoying to have characters, especially in first-person, go into long, long diatribes about something that happened 20 years ago. Even more so when it happens in the middle of action. The character is in the middle of doing something and then starts talking about a sandwich they had 12 years ago and it has NO bearing on the present or anything that has happened or will happen. You guys, honestly...my eyes are rolling out of my skull.
And if my kid, my selective mute kid, goes missing, I'm not standing around wringing my hands. I'm going to be out there looking for my kid with a flashlight in the daytime.
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