Updated: Aug 22, 2019
It's not a book I would have picked up -- one of my best friends got it for me for my birthday, quite probably recognising that of the books on offer I'd rather plump for something morbid than romantic. The conspiracy of who could have murdered a crazy-rich socialite didn't tantalise any literary tastebuds, but I wasn't going to let it go to waste.
My favourite aspect is that it took a different format from the typical cop-on-the-hunt. Our protagonist Laurie Moran is a television executive who investigates cold cases for her television show. Without the drudge of police work, we're carried along by characters who are much more willing to talk when a TV appearance could benefit their careers.
Overall it was well-written, with some sections sounding trite - such as this little extract: "'Someday, I'll be the star of the agency,' she promised herself, glancing in the mirror. She smiled as she took in her newly styled black hair." That was the most jarring example, but in general the narrative flowed nicely. The minor story of Laurie and her on/off boyfriend Alex is a nice touch, and I found myself rooting for them to end up together -- perhaps Alex is too good to be true, but it doesn't hurt the story. Laurie is a protagonist who feels real, normal, and aspirational, and she is the redeeming point of Every Breath. It's a decent book (I hesitate to say thriller when there seems to be little thrill to it) but not something I'd go back to.