REVIEW: The Promise, Katerina Diamond

Tuesday, 11 September 2018

When troubled teen Connor moves to Exeter from the US to escape his past, he finds himself embroiled in a world of popular kids and easy girls. Everyone wants to be his friend, but they don’t know about what he did…and they don’t know about his father. As Connor’s life in England begins to unravel, DS Adrian Miles and his partner Imogen Grey are working up against the clock to catch a serial killer who dates his victims before he kills them. Determined to uncover the truth, Imogen is forced to act as bait – but will she take it too far and risk her own life?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
What started off so well in the Try a Chapter Tag unfortunately descended into a jumbled mess of bad writing, tired stereotypes and a mishmash of scenes and perspectives that frankly, made little sense. Guys, I really need to stop getting my hopes up, because this keeps happening and it's starting to piss me off.
Katerina Diamond's The Promise is a detective-centric mystery/thriller that is supposed to tell the story of a series of young women being murdered by a toupee-clad assailant but to be honest, there is little in this novel that makes it feel so. Instead, it offers more weight to innocuous, banal and sometimes even offensive plot points - the detectives' apathy towards the victims; their unconvincing and flat relationship dramas; their eagerness to jump right into a social media site with a concept that continues to baffle me (I mean, aren't there units that specifically deal with going on undercover? I can't imagine that, in real life, this would be done so flippantly); the unnecessary subplot concerning Connor and how women, young and old alike, just can't get enough of his sixteen-year-old hotness; the constant degradation and villianization of female characters.
Women in The Promise are fat; they're desperate; they're sluts. Everything they do is intended to attract men to them. The way that is portrays them is truly disgusting and I don't understand how the rest of the reviewers on Goodreads - all of which appear to be women - were able to leave a positive review after wading through page after page of misogynistic bollocks. Time and time again, I had to check to see whether this book was actually written by a woman.
Are we seriously falling back on the madonna-whore complex? Seriously? In 2018? I mean, is this really how we see one another?
Even in bloody death it seems that a woman can't be treated with any decency.

Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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