Read this for a book discussion and it is a good choice for that as there are issues to discuss. It started off well, but didn't hold up. Keeping track of the characters was difficult and there were too many sub plots. The book could have used some editing. There was a good story here which i...
Sta me toe dat ik dit een slecht boek vind. Ik kan zelfs het verhaal niet navertellen, zo warrig en onuitgediept was het allemaal. Enkele vrouwen zijn in het verleden tot moord veroordeeld op hun babies. De vrouwen hielden altijd vol dat het om wiegedood ging. Dankzij de expertgetuige zijn ze all...
Another well written story that features the theme of cot deaths and women losing babies in tragic circumstances. It reminded me of the many miscarriages of justice cases in the media surrounding shaken baby syndrome/cot deaths particularly in the 90s.Fliss is given the task of making a documenta...
Louise Beeston is being driven to distraction by her neighbor in Cambridge. He has parties with his friends during which they indulge in drugs and play loud music that keeps Louise awake all night. When she asks the neighbor to tone it down, he taunts her about sending her son Joseph away to bo...
I wouldn't call myself a Sophie Hannah fan, more like a Sophie Hannah-fan adjacent? I read her books when I see them, usually enjoy them, but don't go out of my way to pay for them. They do not fall under the category of books I want to keep in my home library for generations.But this book?I'm no...
The Truth-Teller's Lie: A Novel previously published as Hurting Distance by Sophie Hannah Naomi Jenkins is having an affair with Robert Haworth. After he misses a scheduled tryst night, she assumes something bad has happened to him. After an unsuccessful attempt to find him at home, she involves ...
Why am I telling you this, when I’m not supposed to be writing to you at all? I don’t know. There’s no one else I can/want to tell. Have you heard of the journalist/columnist Damon Blundy? N x From: Mr. Jugs <[email protected]> Date: Tue, July 2, 2013 09:23:08 To: <nickibeingnaughty@h...
I can’t believe I allowed myself to be steered out of Lesley Griffiths’s office and whooshed out of the building with a stream of encouraging but meaningless pleasantries: Ellen is a lovely girl, she’ll go far, she’s so creative . . . Yes, all true, all good to hear, but not the point.George Donb...
‘Control freak like me, any sort of disruption to my routine has to be good for me.’ She’s started to slur her words. Her top lip keeps slipping on her bottom one, like a smooth-soled shoe over snow. I could sneak off to the loo, phone Joe and tell him to come and pick her...
Seventy! Seventy-six?’ Nonie fires numbers at me, her voice trembling with anguish. ‘Stop panicking,’ I tell her, wishing she was in the passenger seat next to me and could see my face, knowing she’s wishing the same thing. Nonie is a victim of her own scrupulous fairness policy: when, she, Dinah...
‘Forget about my feelings, forget about trying not to hurt me. Say what you really think. How can you stand to sit there and listen to me tell lies about you, if that’s what I’m doing?’ We’re at Parkside police station in Cambridge, in a room with yellow walls, a blue linoleum floor and one large...
He looked all wrong in relation to the room that contained him, which, Gibbs guessed, had had its colour scheme and furnishings chosen by Gaby. There was a lot of pale pink and pale green, silk curtains, expensive-looking Chinese vases dotted about on the various flat surfaces. Or maybe Japanese....
. . 'Vivienne backs away from me in disgust when she sees the flaking, dried food on my face and neck, the smeary stain on my jumper. I am sitting at the kitchen table. David wouldn't allow me to leave the room. `I thought you wanted to spend more time with the baby,' he said. `You can't touch he...
Conree had sprung this plan on us with his customary charmlessness as we were leaving the courthouse in Clonakilty. He had made it clear, furthermore, that this time he would be asking all the questions and the rest of us were forbidden to speak. Not speaking was the approach favoured by all, it ...
I TOLD YOU IT WAS A MISTAKE.’ She is entitled to be angry. All morning she has been considering other people’s feelings, looking at things from points of view that oppose her own, breathing deeply, counting to ten, counting her blessings, thinking about the grand scheme of things rather than the ...
As David handles literary estates, it’s rare that an author who isn’t dead gets to work with him, and all those not- dead authors are missing a treat, let me tell you.) Thanks to Louisa Joyner, who was so lovely and enthusiastic about this book in advance and who played a significant part in gett...
‘The police wouldn’t tell me much, but from the questions they asked, it must have been Monday night,’ says Mary. ‘They wanted to know my movements.’ She walks over to the window, opens it, flicks ash out. The cows are still moaning in the fields, as if they’re in pain. Forty-eight hours ago, Gem...
Occupation: self-employed, freelance sundial-maker. Age: 35 years. This statement is true to the best of my knowledge and belief, and I make it knowing that, if it is tendered in evidence, I shall be liable to prosecution if I have wilfully stated anything in it which I know to be false or do not...
‘I hate these new dolls’ house estates.’ He knew this would be his girlfriend Suki’s view. She’d prefer a converted church or stable block—something centuries old and unusual. ‘I don’t mind ’em,’ said Gibbs. ‘They’re better than your place. Debbie was after me to buy her o...
Tell me if you hate it, and I’ll . . . scoot over and propose to that woman over there instead. No, I’m kidding. Is it okay?” I stare tearfully at the large pear-shaped diamond in its open, cushioned box. “It’s beautiful,” I manage to say. “Stunning.” Any minute now, the L...
A oscuras y segura, por la secreta escala disfrazada, (¡oh dichosa ventura!) a oscuras y en celada, estando ya mi casa sosegada. En la noche dichosa, en secreto, que nadie me veía, ni yo miraba cosa, sin otra luz ni guía sino la que en el corazón ardía. Aquésta me guïaba más cierta qu...
You’ve put your house up for sale…’ ‘No, I haven’t,’ said Gibbs. ‘Suppose you have. You want to move, and you’ve put your house on the market,’ said Sam. ‘Why might you go and stay in a hotel?’ For the past ten minutes, he’d been orbiting Gibbs’ desk – glancing at him occasionally, then looking a...