A book group meets in a Florida suburb in the brilliant opening of Joshilyn Jackson’s Never Have I Ever. When Roux, a charismatic newcomer with “Cher hair” and a “yoga body”, charms the members into playing a truth game instead of discussing Edith Wharton, an exercise in female ensemble noir (in the vogueish vein of Big Little Lies) seems on the cards. ... It’s all horribly credible, and Jackson’s dialogue and scene-painting are impeccable as each chapter addictively advances the battle of wits — either adding another turn to Roux’s screw, or another step in Amy’s plan to uncover her opponent’s own secrets.
Have you played Never Have I Ever? When Roux, a newcomer to the neighbourhood, turns up at Amy's book club, she suggests they ditch the book discussion and play the party game instead. Fuelled by wine, secrets slowly come to the surface. A riveting read that will get you womdering who you can turst.