A year after his wife goes missing, an author moves to a small remote island off the coast of Scotland in order to put his life back together and start writing again.  He keeps seeing glimpses of his missing wife, which he chalks up to lack of sleep and a hallucinogenic tea that one of the islanders had given him.  When he gets too close to the truth, though, he finds out that his wife is still alive and the true reason both of them ended up on this small island.

Alice Feeney’s Beautiful Ugly is one of those books where the journey was more enjoyable than the ultimate destination.  I’m not sure what landing would have stuck better for me, but the one we got was not it.  Feeney has a new book due out early next year that I had added to my “want to read” list, but now I’m not so sure.