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This was one of the fastest reads in recent times. The book started with Diane living her routine life as a housewife caring for her husband, child and maintaining her home. On the surface, it all seemed ideal, but Diane was different, there was a gap in her memory. She couldn’t remember a few months of her life, she had blackouts… Till she started hearing a child cry, and a mystery woman seemed to be stalking her. Was she remembering something or was she losing her mind?
Valerie Keogh’s writing has an enticing quality which pulled me in from the very beginning. There was this impending sense of something about to unravel which was weaved in the entire book. Certain parts of the plot were easy to guess, but it was the way the words were placed which made me continue with the story.
I didn’t like the main character Diane but I kept urging her from the sidelines to get to the bottom of the story. The few red herrings did their job of distracting me and taking me down the merry lane. Oh there were a few niggles, the main character took 2 tablets of antidepressants, 2 of painkillers, and a bottle of wine practically every single day and passed out on bed. They all felt repetitive. The whole book rested on her, and she was not dynamic. The other characters were equally unlikable.
All my love for this story is for Valerie’s writing because it was so addictive that it made me read the book in 3 hours flat.
I received an ARC from NetGalley and publisher Bookouture, and this is my journey into its pages, straight from the heart!!
Review of Valerie’s first book can be read here
All my reviews can be found here
There’s no place like home” – that’s what I tell myself as I pull another flawless meal from the oven. This perfect house on a quiet street was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place to recover. But everything changed the moment I saw that woman in the charity shop. She triggered something dark, buried deep within my memory…
Now I’ve started forgetting small things, like locking the front door.
And bigger things, like remembering to pick my little girl up from nursery.
I feel terrified every time I pass through a particular spot in our living room.
And sometimes, when I’m alone, I’m sure I can hear a baby crying…
I think the woman in the shop knows what happened to me. But if I can’t trust myself to believe she’s real, who will?
Publication Date: 27th February 2019