Title: The Butterfly Garden
Author: Dot Hutchison
Release Date: June 01, 2016
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***PDL’s Rating: 6 Disturbing Stars (like WHOA)***
Okay, I am completely in awe of this unsettling -disturbing thriller. I do not remember the last time I read a thriller and loved it. I loved everything about The Butterfly Garden. It’s crazy that I can even use the word ‘love,’ reviewing this book because it seems insensitive.
Just know that this book is very well –written. I went in expecting a timid, scared shit-less narrator whom is revealed to us only as Maya. However, within the first few pages the mysterious, skeptical, yet sympathetic Maya proved to be so much more. I was completely engrossed from the first few pages of this story and was a bit nervous that the story will not deliver throughout as I hope but the author surpassed my expectations.
As each flip of the page, each chapter of this story slowly places the puzzle pieces in its rightful place. It’s unnervingly beautiful is the only way I can describe The Butterfly Garden.
The characters were so complex yet so perfectly developed. Like I mentioned before, it’s been awhile since I read a thriller that I loved from the way it’s written to the thought- provoking characters. The Butterfly Garden exceeded all expectations for me.
Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.
It is one thriller you DO NOT want to miss! I haven’t seen much hype for this book and I am unsure why because this book is just everything to me! It’s not just about the mystery of it like most thrillers, it’s the complete story of each character’s layers as it’s revealed and the friendship built between the victims even when they are all so very different, yet the same in ways you cannot fathom due to the new ‘life,’ they are now expected to live.
Just be warned, The Butterfly Garden is a depressing and deeply troubling story that you (well at least I did) found unnervingly alluring from the first page to the last.
Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.