The Vanishing Season by Jodi Lynn Anderson was one of the books on my fall to-read list, and I was super excited to get into it – the description alone was enough to get me hooked. Cue the disappointment…
I hate rating books badly, but this book just did not do it for me. Maybe I had too high of expectations or maybe I thought it was going to be something much different… in fact, I definitely thought it was going to be something much different. You know me, I’m into crime thrillers and mysteries – this was FAR from that. Part of the Goodreads summary describes The Vanishing Season as a friendship story bound in snow and starlight, a haunting mystery of love, betrayal, redemption, and the moments that we leave behind. While it’s definitely a story of friendship and betrayal, I wouldn’t call it haunting or a mystery of any sorts. It’s beautifully written, and has absolutely amazing descriptions, but unfortunately it fell flat for me. My favorite books are the ones that suck you in and make you completely part of their world, so much so that it sticks in your mind and doesn’t let you forget. This story though? It just wasn’t enough for me. I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re not looking for a mystery/thriller and want an easy, slow read. I rated it 2/5 on Goodreads.
lifebetweenreads.com 