Wednesday night i finished Mr. Peanut by Adam Ross. Super short recap. David Pepin's wife dies, he says it is suicide. She's allergic to peanuts and ate some in front of him. Two detectives, one of whom is Dr Sam Sheppard, (i've watched too much LOST, i first wrote Jack Sheppard), the guy who The Fugitive is based on, think Pepin forced her to eat the peanuts. We jump around in the Pepins' lives, as well as getting Sheppard's story and the story of the other detective's marriage.
Essentially, this book is about how men suck ass and women can't explain themselves. and after thinking about it for 2 days i still haven't decided if i like it or not. It has the unreliable narrator thing going on, times 3. and the women characters are disappointing. Especially the detective's wife who just goes to bed for months. It is creepy and chilling in the way events circle around and repeat among the characters. And i did want to find out who killed whom and how. So the book succeeds in that way. So i will give it a 5.