Last week I was in the mood for a fluffy, thick mystery. I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it's because I've been reading lots of applications lately, and those feel mostly serious. I wanted to lose myself in pages of secret passageways, abandoned summer homes, lurking strangers, and missing children. Kate Morton's The Lake House was the perfect choice for this mood. Reading it was more like watching TV and less like reading a book (definitely the closest I've come to a Netflix binge with reading). It's a lengthy novel (weighing in at just under 500 pages), but it's a total page turner. Almost every chapter ends with some type of cliff hanger that makes you want to stay up way past bedtime for "just one more chapter." I felt like an eight year old again, opting to read by flashlight when adults made me turn the lights out.
I was planning to give The Lake House four stars until the very end. I docked it half a star for the far too convenient ending (it was way too neat to be convincing) and then rounded down to three stars. There's an argument to be made that I should have rounded this up to four stars, but then again, three stars felt right here. I really liked The Lake House though. Definitely not my last Kate Morton.