I “discovered” Krisin Hannah last year and have loved her books. She’s like a slightly watered down version of Jodi Picoult, minus the lawyer drama. Anyhow, I’ve been peppering my reading with some of her older novels, and while I’ve enjoyed most, Distant Shores was very disappointing to me. I don’t have it in me to do a lengthy, in-depth review, but let me just put it out there.
Former artist Elizabeth is feeling miserable in her marriage to Jack, a former football star turned pain pill addict (although he’s since kicked the addiction). When he is offered a huge, big job in New York, she decides to stay at home and “find herself” while he works. She is also left to grieve for her father, who passes away suddenly, and attempt to connect with Anita, her step mother, to whom she has never been close — all while hiding the truth from her two college-aged daughters.
This book left me with a bad taste in my mouth because I feel like I’ve read it in a hundred other trashy beach reads. It’s not that it was overly dramatic — it was just way too blah. I can do — and appreciate — drama. But what I don’t like is boring and predictable, and this was both. Jack gets tempted while he’s alone in New York? Saw it coming way before it happened. Elizabeth kisses/nearly kisses her art teacher? Saw it coming way before it happened. Elizabeth and her stepmom connect? Saw it coming way before it happened. And on and on and on… Just disappointing to me.
So if you’re looking for a truly mindless read, pick up Distant Shores. Otherwise, pass for something a little better.
Overall Rating: 4/10