In the early hours of an April morning, Maya stumbles into the path of an oncoming bus.
A tragic accident? Or suicide?
Her grief-stricken husband, Adrian, is determined to find out.
Maya had a job she enjoyed; she had friends. They’d been in love.
She even got on with his two previous wives and their children. In fact, they’d all been one big happy family.
But before long Adrian starts to identify the dark cracks in his perfect life.
Because everyone has secrets.
And secrets have consequences.
Some of which can be devastating.
I literally devoured this book. I must admit that I have yet to read a novel by Lisa Jewell that I didn’t enjoy and although that was very different to what I normally read I thoroughly enjoyed it all the same. The book flows quite naturally despite fluctuating from year to year, one characters life to another’s. It’s very easily followed.
It’s somewhat dark, mysterious and full of suspense that doesn’t give too much away. I loved the variation of the characters from the youngest Beau who is the obliging child up to Adrian, the main character who in my eyes is selfish and self-centred from time to time. And I loved sweet Maya. As usual the characters are realistic and some of them loveable. Lisa paints such a vivid picture of each of them individually that you feel you genuinely know them.
The only criticism I found is that Adrian wants everything handed to him on a plate…like he wants the best of both worlds. He was so wrapped up in his own life that he couldn’t see past the end of his own nose and what’s happening to the people he loves around him. In saying all this I didn’t dislike him and felt that his personality set the pace for the other people in the book.
If like me you’re a massive Lisa Jewell fan, you will love this book. The anonymity of the mysterious woman, the secret emails and the woven lives makes for a real page turner which is completely unputdownable. It’s heartfelt and looks at loss, grief, love and family dynamics. This lovely poignant novel is descriptive and beautifully written.