Sleek ... Roars from New York City sleaze to sun-dazed Los Angeles guilt ... Exhilarating ... The dual narration is a structural delight. Young Allison’s chapters are written in propulsive, breath-hot first person ... Pacing is tight ... The principal players are deftly drawn, convincing in their messy fallibility.
Ms. Soloski sidesteps melodrama to stage scenes of panicked violence as shocking as they are short-lived ... As the past closes in on Alison’s uncertain present, the current of suspense running through the novel gathers momentum. We glide toward the final showdown, anxious for a haunted fugitive who demands our attention and, surprisingly, wins our sympathy.
