The curfew is a brilliant book with a fantastic twist at the end. The story is about Connor (same name as my son) and his best friend/cousin. The tale itself is a little bit weird, but I’m weird, so it’s okay.
Connor is at a party with friends (and one not friend). His parents get a text saying home, meaning their son has kept to his curfew. Both parents are too tired to check.
This is one of the parts that didn’t gel with me. Through out this book, Connor’s father, Andy, comes across over-protective and panicky about their son staying out late. Ain’t he 16? I used to stay out all night at 14+, no one was that concerned. I let my kids rock off to all hours of the next morning in their late teens. Never gave a curfew.
Back to the story.
The parents think Connor is asleep in his room. He is a teen, so he’ll sleep all day. Early morning, Andy sees his nephew left the house in Connor’s clothes. Then they get a call from the cops.
Emily, a girl that Connor is obsessed with, and was at the small gathering after the party, goes missing. Connor is the prime suspect.
There are other things in this book that seem a little off or easy. But they are minor and don’t take away from the enjoyment of the book.
This story is a cracker. I’ve read all T. M. Logan’s books, and this is right up there with 29 Seconds.
Recommended.
