It's very hard to describe how upset I am with this book. Antoine Rey is an architect living in Paris, he recently got divorced and is trying to make sense of life again. After taking his sister on a birthday trip where they mostly reflect on their childhood, Mélanie remembers something shocking. As she begins to tell Antoine she looses control of the car. As a result from the crash she cannot remember what she was going to tell him. After months the big "secret" emerges. While they try to discover more about their mothers' death Antoine is struggling with his own life. Repressed memories, unloving father, rebellious teenagers and his ex-wife.
This book was really disappointing compared to the authors previous book Sarah's Key, which I enjoyed. This one did not interest me at all. Pretty much 90% of the book deals with Antoines' mid-life crisis, and how he can't communicate with his children, about his one night stands and repressed memories he can't put to rest.
The author throws so many upsetting events (divorce, car accident, amnesia, adultery, lesbians, death, another death, troubled teenagers, cancer, possible murder?) at us that it seems like she was trying too hard to make this book interesting.
And the 'big secret' —once we actually get to it, by the end of the book— doesn't seem all that important. I found my self saying 'Big deal'. I HAD to read this in one sitting because if I came back another day I would not open it again. There was no suspense or big climax, just boring boring boring.