Big Little Lies is the sort of read I could see unfolding perfectly as a Desperate Housewives-esque TV show, and for most of the time I spent reading it, I was convinced that I’d watch the series after finishing. Once I reached that point, however, I realised that I’d really already ‘seen’ it all and the urge died down. I suppose it’s testament to Moriarty’s writing that she can make a small-screen adaptation starring Nicole Kidman and Reese Witherspoon seem ‘eh’.
This would make an excellent beach reach (except for the fact that I managed to finish on the plane, oops). It’s mostly a witty tale of feuding schoolyard mothers, but manages to tackle some big issues as well. I think perhaps my favourite subplot is the errant teenage daughter who decides to auction off her virginity to raise awareness for child brides and sex slaves, because of course.
At the heart of the novel are strong female friendships. I am all in for ladies supporting other ladies. It feels a little overlong at 500+ pages, but it kept me turning the pages. I was wary of Moriarty after all the hype surrounding The Husband’s Secret, but now I think I’d give her other books a chance. Overall, Big Little Lies is an easy breezy summer book, and I’m sure fans of the show will love it.
[Read from 5-6 2017]