I read Try Not to Breathe all in one day, which these days only happens when I'm really into a book. However, as I sit down to write this review two days later, I'm struggling to remember much at all about it.
It's already a well-established fact that I have a terrible memory. (Just one example: upon seeing ads for movies coming to Bluray, I'll remark to Adam, “That sounds good,” only to be gently informed I've already seen the film in question. Basically, he married Drew Barrymore's character from 50 First Dates. How I managed to remember that movie, a barely watchable rom-com from the early 2000s, I'll never understand.) Anyway, I can admit it's possible that my forgetfulness when it comes to Seddon's novel is on me.
However, my stronger suspicion is that Try Not to Breathe is like cotton candy—tastes great going down, but doesn't leave you with anything to show for it afterwards. Just a pleasant sugar rush and sticky fingers. And hear me when I say this, I am not bashing cotton candy. We need a little of the light and fun every now and then, in our diet and in our reading life.
So if you find yourself in search of a suitable diversion for a lazy Sunday, I offer you this book. A girl on the brink of a total alcoholic meltdown investigates a decades-old cold case that left her teenage classmate in a vegetative state. Who can resist that? It's as tempting as pastel-colored spun sugar.
With regards to Ballantine Books and NetGalley for the advance copy. On sale today, February 23!