Such a silly book. Three women, friends from twenty years ago, go on a holiday to a Mexican resort and spend several days addressing their past and present insecurities in a manner reminiscent of six year olds. The writing is mired in cliche after cliche, like this: “She followed him, wondering whether he might hold the answers she was seeking.” When one of the women goes missing the other two conveniently forget how manipulative and selfish she is and thrash about trying to find her and recover lost memories. I kept reading because I wanted to find out what happened to her (sucker) but trust me, it isn’t worth it. If you’re after a more worthy page turner, try reading Our House by Louise Candlish or Something In the Water by Catherine Steadman instead.