It all began with a simple seaside vacation, a brother and sister recapturing their childhood. Antoine Rey thought he had the perfect surprise for his sister Mélanie’s birthday: a weekend by the sea at
Recovering from the accident in a nearby hospital, Mélanie tries to recall what caused her to crash. Antoine encounters an unexpected ally: sexy, streetwise Angèle, a mortician who will teach him new meanings for the words life, love and death. Suddenly, however, the past comes swinging back at both siblings, burdened with a dark truth about their mother, Clarisse.
Trapped in the wake of a shocking family secret shrouded by taboo, Antoine must confront his past and also his troubled relationships with his own children. How well does he really know his mother, his children, even himself? Suddenly fragile on all fronts as a son, a husband, a brother and a father, Antoine Rey will learn the truth about his family and himself the hard way.
I was anticipating a book on the level of “Sarah’s Key” and was disappointed. As much as I loved “Sarah’s Key” I felt that the ending of it kind of fell flat. This book was the same but without the enthralling beginning. I only was mildly interested in the first half of the book and was a bit repulsed with the ending. Also there was way too much unnecessary sex.
2 stars (Rated R – sex)