Book Review: The Best of Friends by Lucinda Berry
When I first heard about Lucinda Berry’s The Best of Friends, I was immediately intrigued. The title itself suggests warmth and connection, a stark contrast to the themes of heartbreak and tragedy woven throughout the narrative. As a mother of two young boys, the plot—a devastating accident involving three teenagers—struck a chord deep within me. I found my heart racing as I considered how such a crushing event could unravel the lives of not just the boys, but also their mothers, Kendra, Dani, and Lindsey.
At its core, the novel explores the complexities of friendship, motherhood, and the weight of secrets. The three women have been friends since childhood, but that bond gets put to the ultimate test after a night of partying leads to an unfathomable tragedy: one boy is deceased, another in a coma, and the third trapped in silence. The emotional heft of this premise is staggering, evoking a visceral reaction that lingers long after reading.
Unfortunately, while the gravity of the story is palpable, the execution left me scrambling. The prologue begins with such intensity that I could almost feel Kendra’s panic coursing through my veins. Yet, as the narrative unfolded, I found myself tangled in a web of underdeveloped characters and subplots. The alternating chapters between the three mothers provided a unique perspective, but their voices lacked distinction, blending together into one indistinguishable chorus. It became a challenge to remember whose thoughts I was reading, which diminished my connection to each character’s plight.
Berry’s writing style added another layer of frustration. Describing it as “pedestrian” may sound harsh, but it felt true. The prose did not invite much engagement; instead, it left me yearning for a deeper dive into the emotional landscape of the characters. Moments that should have been poignant fell flat due to a lack of nuance, leaving me wondering whether the intended shock factors—and there were plenty—came across as intended.
The narrative meanders at a slow pace, withholding crucial details that might have formed a clearer picture of the women’s lives and pasts. While I appreciate a good mystery, in this case, Berry took too long to unfold the novel’s key secrets, making it hard to invest in the characters’ journeys. When revelations finally emerged, I often found them to be either jarring or inadequate, reminiscent of threads hastily tied and left hanging. For instance, the insinuations of an eating disorder were introduced but never elaborated, leading to confusion rather than insight.
When I reached the climax, I was astonished by how anticlimactic it felt. The big reveal of what transpired that fateful night was rushed—a major letdown after wading through the narrative’s earlier confusion. And the epilogue? Incredibly far-fetched, leaving me shaking my head rather than feeling a sense of closure.
Despite the disarray of the storytelling, The Best of Friends managed to keep my interest enough to see it through to the end. I would rate it two stars—not a total loss, but not one I can recommend wholeheartedly. It may find its audience among readers who appreciate thrillers centered on friendship and motherhood, but I caution parents to consider the emotionally charged subject matter carefully.
For those intrigued by the idea of friendship dynamics unraveling in the wake of tragedy, The Best of Friends might offer a thought-provoking read, albeit with caveats. As I closed the book, I reflected on the blend of maternal fears and complex friendships explored, but I couldn’t shake the disappointment of a narrative that had so much potential yet felt scattered.
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