Book Review: The Club By Ellery Lloyd


Everyone’s Dying to Join . . .

The Home Group is a glamorous collection of celebrity members’ clubs dotted across the globe, where the rich and famous can party hard and then crash out in its five-star suites, far from the prying eyes of fans and the media.

The most spectacular of all is Island Home—a closely-guarded, ultraluxurious resort, just off the English coast—and its three-day launch party is easily the most coveted A-list invite of the decade.

But behind the scenes, tensions are at breaking point: the ambitious and expensive project has pushed the Home Group’s CEO and his long-suffering team to their absolute limits. All of them have something to hide—and that’s before the beautiful people with their own ugly secrets even set foot on the island.

As tempers fray and behavior worsens, as things get more sinister by the hour and the body count piles up, some of Island Home’s members will begin to wish they’d never made the guest list.

Because at this club, if your name’s on the list, you’re not getting out.


About 40 pages in is when this novel actually begins. Until then, it’s employees thoughts on the island which can be confusing as there’s no structure how how they interrelate for it to link together.

One thing I will say is that I would so want taken off the VIP list for The Club Home. It went into a lot of ramblings about everyone’s point of view and it just made you eye-roll. The pace of the plot didn’t really move much and I felt the characters of those that worked at the club, in particular Annie was over written. Everyone just judged everyone and put on a false face. Bitchiness is not my kind of novel. I did enjoy the mystic element of the novel to begin with however that novelty wore off as soon as we dived into it.

2/5 Stars


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