Back of the book :
Sarah Keyes has the perfect life. A high-flying job in a law firm, a beautiful daughter, and a house to die for. So how does she find herself peering though her own kitchen window while another woman enjoys it all ?
When Sarah takes pity on a struggling young graduate who can’t get a job, she thinks she’s doing the right thing. She’s just being kind, generous and helpful to others – just as she always is.
But Sarah allows the younger woman into her home, her law firm and even her family, is there more to this pretty youngster than meets the eye ? And hoe can Sarah reclaim the life she’d built ?
What I think :
Sarah is a partner in a top law firm in Ireland, she has a sixteen year old daughter called Darcy and an ex-husband, Tom. Her life is pretty good.
One day whilst trying to get some ‘Me’ time, she decides to get her nails done in a nail bar quite close to where she has been working. Its there that she meets Lauren, a nail technician who just so happens to be doing her nails that day. As they get talking, it turns out that Lauren is newly qualified Lawyer, but she cant seem to get a job in that field. so she’s had to take a job in a nail bar. Sarah, being Sarah decides to help her, she gets her a job at her firm as an intern, she introduces her to her family and friends she even offers her a room in her home.
As time progresses, Lauren manages to insert herself into Sarah’s life, leaving not a lot of room for Sarah herself, Sarah comes to regret the decision she made that day ….
Right from the beginning of this book, I did think that Lauren’s ‘life’ story didn’t seem to ring very true. I did think that there was a few holes in her story. But I thought that maybe it was because of the prologue at the beginning of the book. (See extract) and I was on my guard.
Each chapter is dedicated to each character, mostly Sarah, Darcy and Liz (Sarah’s best Friend) there is only one chapter dedicated to Lauren and that is right at the end of the book. Each one is written from that particular characters point of view, so you get an extra insight on whats going on and what each character is feeling.
I was quite impressed with the subject change in this particular novel, throughout the book there is quite sinister vane running through it. Claudia’s books are usually about love affairs and family problems but this one has definitely got a foot in the thriller camp. it keeps you on the edge of your seat right up until the last page, which proves my point from earlier about Claudia being versatile in her writing.
If I had one complaint it would be the use of hashtags in Darcy’s chapters, I know that each chapter is supposed to be reflective of each character but it got really annoying after a while. (sorry .. )
I give this fabulous read 9/10
Published by Avon (Harper Collins) on 08/02/18
A huge Thank you to the wonderful Sabah Khan at Avon for the review copy of the book.
Here for your reading pleasure is an extract from the book.
With a slow, sickening sense of horror, Sarah found herself peering through the darkness of night, right into her own living room window. And there it was for all to see – the happy family tableau that was playing out inside, picture perfect in every way.
The roaring log fire? Tick.
The glasses of wine served out of the good crystal? Her good crystal goblets that had been a wedding present, thanks very much. Tick.
The whole scene looked like something out of an Ikea catalogue, right down to the daintily laid out plates of bruschetta and picky dippy things artfully dotted around the coffee table.
To Sarah’s astonishment, both her ex-husband and her daughter had completely abandoned TV, iPhones and iPads and were actually playing Monopoly. (Christ, Monopoly . . . seriously?) All while she looked on, smiling happily and carefully noting down the score while the three of them laughed and joked, everyone in high spirits.
Just look at you, Sarah thought, as she stood in her own front garden, her eyes burning into the back of the woman she still thought of as her friend.
I’ve just been warned about you. I’ve been told you won’t stop till you’re actually living my life. But by the looks of it, you already are.
Did it all start such a very short time ago? Has it really only been a year since I could call my life my own?
Here, for what it’s worth, is how it all began. With a simple manicure on my lunch break, in the middle of a day, when I was stressed out of my mind. All I wanted was a snatched half-hour of time out, before heading back into the manic whirl of the Sloan Curtis offices. Nothing more.
But if I’d known then what I know now, then trust me, I’d have been a very distant speck on the horizon.