The author has taken what should have been a solid mystery story and turned it into a diatribe saturated with misandry (pun intended). There isn't one decent male character in this book, only caricatures to despise. Patrick, the arrogant, abusive and judgmental patriarch. Shaun, the weak and self-deceiving son. Mark, self-indulgent and self-pitying and undeserving of mercy. Robbie, the popular and athletic high school jock who simply took what he wanted, now gone to seed. The only male character who was spared was Josh who was too young even for this author to denigrate. There were other male characters in the background, but they too were either deeply flawed or entirely voiceless.
On the other side were the more numerous female characters who were unfailingly portrayed as either heroic or properly deserving of sympathy. This "caricaturization" of her characters coupled with her dabbling with psychic phenomena make this a poor follow-up to the author's first novel, The Girl on the Train.