You gather with a group of your closest friends from high school/college for a NYE trip to a fancy hunting lodge in the Scottish Highlands. Ah, how relaxing, how quaint, how fun. You know what that means, right?
It’s not quite winter yet but goddamn have I been in the mood for some winter murder mysteries. This is a re-read of mine and it’s a favorite. The Hunting Party has everything I want. Sassy characters in their 30s, beautiful snowy backdrop, and tension so thick you can cut it with a blood drenched knife.
Love the scent of blood in the morning…
A group of friends from Oxford have gathered together to bring in the New Year together as is their tradition. This year they have decided to meet at the beautiful yet secluded estate in the Scotland Highlands, perfect for a classy reunion.
As with most trips it all starts off well enough. Drinks flow, conversation ebbs a bit but picks off as if no time has passed.
But maybe too much has changed before they last got together. Maybe too many secrets are being harbored and like a dam they’re threatening to spill.
As the clock inches closer to the New Year tempers boil and old feuds arise. Lives unravel and the hour glass of fate has upended on one unlucky guest.
Death comes knocking. Damn, what a way to bring in the New Year.
I’ve already stated how much I enjoyed this read and I think what really sets it apart from other wintry murder mysteries is the absolute and complete bitchiness in the characters. Never before have you been smacked with millenial fuckery like this in all its glory and it’s absolute perfection.
About 7 group of successful 30 something year olds meeting up at a hoity toity resort. They’ve all known one another for years, sure, but that doesn’t mean they all LIKE one another. Things shift with time. One couple has a baby, one couple is gay and of course there’s an obnoxious fuckhead who has to be a homophobic dickhead about them.
And then there’s the queen bee of the bunch. The richest, the prettiest, the most perfect Miss. Miranda who still emanates a glow when she walks into a room.
The chapters are interesting in which we get perspectives from multiple characters including the brooding and handsome groundskeeper and the manager. We hear the perspectives of Miranda, Katie, and Emma, and the murder and the twist shocked me even on the second read.
I honestly thought I had it but goddamn, I did not.
There really is something about reading a murder mystery when you’re tucked in bed as it snows sipping a mug of hot cocoa. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Says a lot about me, doesn’t it?
I have to say this is one of my favorite books of the year and if you read it I don’t think you’ll be disappointed at all. I even saw that Lucy Foley is coming out with another book in 2020 as well and I’m really looking forward to it.
Fingers crossed for more blood lust.