Soulmates is as much a side-eye look at New Age cafeteria spiritualism as it is a mystery, and that makes it fun. Dana’s husband Ethan left her and while she’s “over it” she really isn’t which comes home to her when she sees his face on the front page of a NYC tabloid. She reads the story, he and the yoga teacher he ran off with were both found dead in the Arizona death in what seems to be a murder suicide. Dana knows he could not possibly have murdered anyone, even the yoga teacher who stole him away. She heads to Arizona to investigate.
Her time in the ashram is amusing. There are the lululemon cliques who fangirl the Lama who is, it turns out, the owner of the yoga studio where her husband was sucked in. It’s all very complex and Oedipal.
I liked this story for most of the book. There was enough mystery to keep me interested. The “mystery” is intriguing. Everything was going great. Then, it abruptly ends and we get an “One Year Later” update that was purely awful. It felt as though Grose did not know how to finish the story, how to find the answers and have Dana move on. So she gave up and gave us this mess. If someone is seeking the answers to a mystery from page one, we need a bit more than conjecture. We also don’t need someone whose satiric wry mockery of the new age goo to turn on a dime after a bit of flattery. Dana was a great detective seeking answers. I really dislike the “answers” she found.
I received a copy of Soulmates from the publisher through a Shelf Awareness drawing.