Elizabeth George's novels are way too chunky but I always believe they are worth hanging onto the end. And her latest one is a door stopper. And while I am hardly one to call her writing genteel, it is always familial with dark overtones and "Believing The Lie" is unusual for her, particularly nasty. I have to confess I just went for the ride instead of trying to deconstruct the plot and get caught up with the lives of the unfortunate characters in the novel. Satisfying.