At first I haaaaaaated this book. I haaaaaated all of the parents and I strongly disliked all of the kids. I thought the pacing was far too slow and I was annoyed by the little blurbs of inserted testimony.
And then about a third of the way in, something magical happened. I started to care about these flawed parents and their goofy kids. More than halfway through, I didn’t want any of the ones I cared about to be the murder/accident victim and I was starting to dread Trivia Night.
Big Little Lies starts out as a toss-away fluff chick-lit book, and then grows into a twisting work of art, interspersing laugh-out-loud moments and dark gut-punch moments together in a way that cheapens neither. While I did guess who the bully was (sort of) early on, the actual death/accident surprised me in a good way. And in the end, the story belongs to the people you’d least expect.
I’m very glad I stuck with it!