Book Review: Go to My Grave

Catriona McPherson's Go to My Grave takes a while to get going, but when it does, it packs a punch, delivering a sufficiently thrilling variation on familiar genre elements, and wends its way to a tense, shocker of a denouement that makes the wandering trajectory worthwhile. An atmospheric, gothic slow-burn, the story alternates between two timelines, one in 1991, the other, some 25 years later, as a reunion of several siblings, cousins and their spouses, gathered to celebrate Sasha Mowbray's 10th wedding anniversary, find themselves in the very seaside house in Galloway where they had partied all night long when they were much younger, bubbling up past tensions and unspoken secrets that they had all promised not to speak about. Exploring themes of guilt and revenge, McPherson crafts an engrossing but talky Agatha Christie-like closed-door mystery that will resonate with suspense aficionados.