Antoine decides to take his sister Mélanie on a trip for her birthday. He surprises her with a trip to Noirmoutier, a place they often visited as children but have not returned to since the death of their mother 30 years ago. While there, they reminisce about their mother–but more than just happy memories resurface for Mélanie. When trying to confess this to her brother, they get into a car accident and Mélanie is seriously injured. As Mélanie heals, the family mystery begins to unravel. Did Antoine or Mélanie really know their mother? Or their father? What happened all those years ago? What about now? — Does Antoine know his own children? Do they know him?
At first, this story had me hooked. I couldn’t stop reading. The mystery and the superb writing kept up my interest. However, after a while, my interest waned. The mystery not only became less mysterious, but it also just became uninteresting. A word that best sums up my opinion of the story is “meh.” It became intriguing only in the way that it explored family dynamics. But the plot that compelled said exploration just didn’t do it for me. I enjoyed the writing, and that’s what kept me reading, but the plot just was not compelling for me in the least for the last half of the book.