‘The Midnight Feast’ is the fourth book by Lucy Foley that I’ve read. After reading ‘The Guest List’, I was quick to follow up with reading ‘The Paris Apartment’ and ‘The Hunting Party’. Now this.
It shouldn’t be hard to tell that I’m a fan. I’ve enjoyed all of them. I’d describe them as engaging, easy reads. A book to get hooked on, immersed in, and plough through in a few days.
Sometimes that’s what I want. Not always. But sometimes.
Truth be told, though the books are far from the same, there’s a definite style and approach to Lucy Foley’s writing. The stories are all unique, but there’s a familiarity to them. And there’s a comfort in that.
I felt that familiarity perhaps more than ever reading ‘The Midnight Feast’. To the extent that I found myself consciously rather than just subconsciously noticing the familiar vibes.
That’s not to suggest I didn’t enjoy the book, because I did. I can’t quite decide whether to give it 3.5 or 4 stars. But I do think my journey of reading her books may have now run its course.
Enough from me though, here’s the blurb. It’s a good read.
Midsummer, the Dorset coast
In the shadows of an ancient wood, guests gather for the opening weekend of The Manor: a beautiful new countryside retreat.
But under the burning midsummer sun, darkness stirs. Old friends and enemies circulate among the guests. And the candles have barely been lit for a solstice supper when the body is found.
It all began with a secret, fifteen years ago. Now the past has crashed the party. And it’ll end in murder at…
THE MIDNIGHT FEAST
