A third of the way into this book I was still struggling and sure I was never going to finish it and really hate it; but all of a sudden, I was captured.
The story of a group of fourth year Shakespearean actor-in-training students, wearing their art, love, sex, drama, hate and egos on their chests and even talking to each other in dialogue was almost too much. And then I cared about them and why everything happened.
I am sure this will be compared to Donna Tartt's The Secret History but it also bears a stylist resemblance to Liane Moriarty's books, where we are in the present but looking back at what did or did not happen that fateful time.