Swimming at Night by Lucy Clarke, 372 pages
Sraightlaced Katie is distraught when she finds out her sister, the free-wheeling Mia, has been found dead at the base of a cliff in Bali. Mia was on a yearlong around-the-world trip, skipping from hostel to hostel, and while she and Katie never saw eye to eye, Katie just can't believe the Balinese authorities when they tell her the death has been ruled a suicide. Going against her fear of flying and the wishes of her fiance, Katie sets out to follow in Mia's footsteps, armed only with Mia's threadbare backpack and detailed travel journal. Along the way, Katie learns a lot about her sister, herself, and their relationship.
This was a really quick read, and not completely predictable, so that was nice. But Clarke's writing was tired (it seemed like she was writing a screenplay instead of a book, spelling out every action), as was her habit of flashbacks in EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER. It seemed like the writing got better later in the book, but it could be that I was just used to it by then and more able to ignore the myriad faults. This book gets a solid "meh."
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