Christopher Yates’s “Grist Mill Road”, shows some of the true differences between male and female writers. The details are more gruesome than I could have written myself and make you wince a bit. I could picture what was happening that August day in 1982 and I did not like it. The story jumps back and forth between 1982 and 2008.
In the summer of 1982, Matthew and Patch were best friends. They lived in Roseborn and played in the woods like boys would do. Patch was smaller and somewhat of a nerd. Matthew was a larger kid, a year older than the other kids, and came from a broken home with an abusive father. Everything changed one fateful day in August when a Matthew invited Hannah into the woods with them. He sent Patch away so he could have some alone time. When he came back he came back to a gorey scene that changed everyone’s lives forever.
Fast forward to 2008, Patch and Hannah are married. No one has heard from Matthew in decades until he mysteriously shows up. Patch seems to be losing it and everyone is keeping secrets from one another. The book is separated into 3 parts, telling the story from each of the 3. I had to finish this book, even though I hated most of what was happening. You blame Matthew, then a Patch, then Hannah. You don’t know what hits you until the very end when they all come face to face, kind of. You might shed a tear from frustration. The character of Hannah was overdone and sort of annoying. Patch was very disturbed and so was Matthew. It’s worth a read but I would not read it again nor would I buy it. My husband asked me what this one was about and I told him he did not want to hear about it.
I received an egalley ARC of this from a Goodreads giveaway for an honest review.