Delusional

Where were you curled up when you read this, and did it keep you reading past bedtime?

The Bennett home is always full and noisy. Did it remind you of a household from your own life, maybe one you grew up in or one you visited?

Bennett goes from tense police work to a crowded kitchen table. When you've had a hard day, where or who do you go to feel steady again?

The story is about people who feel angry and let down by the institutions around them. How did it feel to read about that anger? Did it bring out sympathy, worry, or something else?

Big families run on small rituals like shared meals, bedtime routines, and inside jokes. Did any family moments in the book make you smile, and what small rituals hold your own people together?

Thrillers can keep us on edge, but this one keeps returning to home and family. Did those quieter scenes feel like a breather to you, and which kind of chapter did you look forward to more?

By the end of the book, how did your feelings shift about the idea of trust, whether in neighbors, in institutions, or in the people closest to Bennett? Did anything in the story change how you think about who you rely on?

Without giving away how things turn out, what feeling were you left with when you closed the book? Was it relief, unease, gratitude, or something harder to name, and what do you think caused it?