EXCERPT: She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. This wasn’t possible. Opening them, she looked across the road, squinting to make out the details. It was her, the woman from the shop, staring directly at her; the same navy coat, the same sleek bob she had admired. It was definitely her.
Disbelief and a sudden choking fear made her jerk back, the mug falling from her hands, hot coffee spilling as it fell. Ignoring it, and swallowing the lump in her throat, she reached for the blind cord with shaking fingers and closed them with a snap. But she didn’t move away. She was imagining it, she had to be. Holding her breath, she lifted one slat and peered through. She was still there.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: “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?
MY THOUGHTS: Another book that failed to live up to the hype of ‘a completely addictive and gripping psychological thriller’.
The writing is not terrible, and the general idea is good, but it never quite all pulled together. In places it is a messy and frustrating read.
The characters are not well developed. A lot of chances to develop this into a deeper, more substantial story were missed. Implausible and improbable were two words that were constantly in my head as I read, and I did seriously consider, more than once, abandoning this read, hence the two star rating.
There are a lot more things I would like to say, but to do so would create spoilers for others.
A disappointing read.
Love the cover, though I cannot recall the main character (not even 24 hours since I finished reading The Housewife, and I can’t remember the name of the main character!) sewing on buttons. . . and I do like the cover to be relevant.
It was not until I checked out the author’s profile while writing this review that I realized that Valerie Keogh is quite a prolific author and that I have previously read two other books by her, and rated both two stars. Not an author I will be reading again.
THE AUTHOR: Valerie Keogh is a qualified nurse with a BA in English and an MA in American Literature. She qualified as a nurse but nowadays writes full-time. She has written two different series.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Bookouture via Netgalley for providing a digital ARC of The Housewife by Valerie Keogh. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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