Let me start by saying, The Briar Club is not your typical novel. The house itself narrates the story, and this unique perspective adds a layer of intimacy that’s hard to find in other books. It’s like the house is whispering secrets to you, making you feel like you’re part of the story.

The characters are incredibly well-developed, each with their own quirks and flaws. Mrs. Nilsson, for instance, is a complex figure—her decisions about her children are morally ambiguous, but they make her feel real and human. Some characters might not win your sympathy, but that’s what makes the dynamics so engaging.

One of the standout features is how the book weaves in recipes for dishes the characters cook during their weekly gatherings. It’s a small detail, but it adds so much flavor (pun intended) to the story. You can almost smell the food as you read.

The historical backdrop—1950s America—is rich and detailed, touching on everything from McCarthyism to women’s baseball leagues. It’s educational without feeling like a history lesson.

The twist at the end? Absolutely brilliant. I won’t spoil it, but it’s one of those moments that makes you want to flip back and reread certain parts to see if you missed any clues.

That said, not every character arc is equally compelling, and some sections feel a bit rushed compared to others. But these are minor quibbles in an otherwise stellar read.

If you love historical fiction with strong female leads and a dash of mystery, this book is for you. Just be prepared to lose sleep—I couldn’t put it down!