Every year for a decade, five college friends spent a weekend together at the atmospheric Chateau du Cygne Noir. Then, tragedy struck.
Ten years later, Laurel Muir returns to the castle for the first time since the accident, hoping to reconnect with her friends and lay the past to rest. When a murderer strikes, it rips open old wounds and forces the women to admit there’s a killer in their midst. The remaining friends make a pact to unearth the truth, but suspicion, doubt, and old secrets threaten to tear them apart. Unsure who to trust, Laurel puts herself in harm’s way, risking it all for friendship and long-delayed justice.
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How well do we know our closest friends? How well do we know ourselves? How well can we sleep after we have done something bad, utterly evil? So many questions and so many choices for answers.
Five friends become four, become three. And it is not ‘Than there were none’ by Agatha Christie but a similar point. Everything is connected and interconnected in this live. One evil deed becomes two and many just to cover up the very first evil.
The Last Weekend was supposed to be a closure, a good bye, a weekend of revelations and admissions. However, five grown up women could not be honest even with themselves…
It all ended badly and in so many ways.
I would have wanted to say that this book is a light ‘train ride’ read, but it is not. Having read it, I am still thinking about it. I am still reasoning with myself: what would I have done in similar circumstances? What constitutes a good friend? How far should we go in our forgiveness?
Figure out for yourself. Enter the castle
