A loving husband, Patrick. Two adorable children. A comfortable home.
So when PC Becca Holt arrives to break the news that Patrick has been killed in an accident, she thinks Louise’s perfect world is about to collapse around her.
But Louise doesn’t react in the way Becca would expect her to on hearing of her husband’s death. And there are only three plates set out for dinner as if Louise already knew Patrick wouldn’t be home that night…
The more Becca digs, the more secrets she uncovers in the Bridges’ marriage – and the more she wonders just how far Louise would go to get what she wants…
Is Louise a loving wife – or a cold-hearted killer?
I received a copy of this book from HQ Digital UK via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
A curious mix of psychological suspense and family drama, this story will appeal to those who like psychological orientated suspense. This plot doesn’t have the impact common to most thrillers but does use the unreliable protagonist technique well. There are two, in this story, Louise, the perfect widow and Becca the policewoman who sets out to investigate her, based on one brief observation.
Primarily a story of obsession, emotional damage, resulting from poor nurturing in childhood and control The plot handles the psychological theme competently. The introduction of a crusading police constable, who sees beneath the image Louise portrays isn’t convincing. Becca, in many ways, is a superfluous character, except perhaps in her obsessive similarities to Louise?
The plot lacks real-time action, everything is retold either in the past or present by Louise or Becca. this slows the pace and leaves you in the characters heads for too long, making some the twists not as suspenseful as they could be, if written less passively.
A story for the psychological fiction devotees, who like to see how the mind works, given a certain set of stimuli, rather than those who like a combination of jaw-dropping twists and a twisted unexpected ending,
June 2019 is the 50th anniversary of Judy Garland’s death
August 2019 is the 80th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz
October 4th the motion picture JUDY starring Renee Zellwegger and Jessie Buckley is released in the UK
An irresistible mixture
of memoir, biography, cultural analysis, experiment and hero-worship about one
person’s enduring fascination. This is for anyone who has ever nursed an
obsession or held a candle to a star.
Judy Garland has been an important figure in Susie Boyt’s world since she was three years old; comforting, inspiring and, at times, disturbing her. In this unique book, Boyt travels deep into the underworld of hero-worship, reviewing through the prism of Judy our understanding of rescue, consolation, love, grief and fame.
Layering key episodes from Garland’s life with defining moments from her own, Boyt demands with insight and humour, what it means, exactly, to adore someone you don’t know. Need hero-worship be a pursuit that’s low in status or can it be performed with pride and style? Are there similarities that lie at the heart of all fans? nd what is the proper husbandry of a twenty-first-century obsession, anyway?
I received a copy of this book from Virago Books in return for an honest review.
I didn’t know quite what to expect when I picked up this book. A biography of Judy Garland, whose films I have always liked, or a memoir of the author, whose life is somehow entangled with the iconic star? In truth, it is both of these, and something more, an insight into celebrity and obsession in the twenty-first-century.
Honestly written, with no filter, this is an intense book, the author truly believes that her love of Judy, someone who she never met, has and does have a profound effect on her life. Many of us have obsessions, some of us with celebrities, I love the Osmonds. I grew out of my blinkered obsession in my mid-teens, but I still like their music, and listen to it today. Few of us are so affected, but this makes riveting reading.
Aside from the biography, illustrated with wonderful images. there is the memoir, which is very readable sometimes amusing and poignant. The author also highlights obsession as an entity and explores through her experience, whether this is a positive or negative force.
Worth reading for the intrinsic interest value alone. It is thought-provoking and resonates.
‘When Judy sang to me as I grew older she seemed to confirm things that I’d all my life held to be true:’
* Things that are hard have more of life at their heart than things that are easy.
* All feelings, however painful, are to be prized.
* Glamour is a moral stance.
* The world is crueller and more wonderful than anyone ever says.
* Loss, its memory and its anticipation, lies at the heart of human experience.
* Any human situation, however deadly, can be changed, turned round and improved beyond recognition on any given day, in one minute, in one hour.
* You must try to prepare for the moment that you’re needed for the call could come at any time.
* There are worse things in life than being taken for a ride.
* If you have a thin skin all aspects of life cost more and have more value.
* Loyalty to one other is preferable to any other kind of human system.
* Grief is no real match for the human heart, which is an infinitely resourceful organ.
Susie Boyt was born in London and educated at Camden
School for Girls and Oxford University.
After a nerve-racking stint in a lingerie boutique and an alarming spell
working in PR for Red Stripe lager and the Brixton Academy, she settled down to
writing and is the author of six acclaimed novels including The Last Hope of Girls, which was short-listed for the John Llewellyn Rhys
Prize, and Only Human, which was short-listed for the Mind Award. Of her last
novel, Love & Fame The Sunday Times said ‘she writes with such precision and wisdom about
the human heart under duress that the novel is hard to resist.’
Susie wrote a much-loved weekly column about life and art for the Financial TimesWeekend for fourteen years and still contributes regularly to their books and fashion pages. Last year she edited The Turn of the Screw and Other Ghost Stories for Penguin Classics. Susie is also a director at the Hampstead Theatre in London and works part-time for Cruse Bereavement Care.
She lives in London with her husband and two daughters. She is the daughter of the painter Lucian Freud and the great grand-daughter of the father of psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud.
My Judy Garland Life was Book of the Week on Radio 4, shortlisted for the Pen Ackerley Prize, extracted in U.S Vogue and staged at The Nottingham Playhouse in 2014.
When Scarlett falls
asleep on a Caribbean beach she awakes to her worst nightmare – Katie is gone.
With all fingers pointed to her Scarlett must risk everything to clear her
As Scarlett begins to
unravel the complicated past of Katie’s mother she begins to think there’s more
to Katie’s disappearance than meets the eye. But who would want to steal a
child? And how did no-one see anything on the small island?
I received a copy of this book from Aria Fiction via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
This is not what I expected. The first few chapters make you think certain events have occurred, and following on from this, the list of suspects is few, but then you are transported back to 1997, and what you discover there changes your perception of what happened on the beach.
The flashbacks are in a series of photographs which trigger a specific set of memories of the unknown narrator. The introduction of new characters seemingly unrelated to the event on the Carribean island, and initially cause confusion for the reader, but gradually the connections can be made and the puzzle starts to form a coherent picture.
Scarlett is an unreliable protagonist, she has past secrets, which reinforce her unreliability. She is also immature and easily swayed by the stronger, more mature personalities she comes into contact with. Costa is an unconventional investigator, they make an unusual but effective investigating team.
The characters are complex and all are flawed, keeping secrets, behaving instinctively, rather than with caution. Can the reader trust any of them for a truthful account?
The plot is intriguing, there are plenty of clues but these are countered by misinformation, so when you think you know what happened you don’t.
Surprisingly, I did work out the ending but this didn’t detract from the story.
A compulsive, psychological thriller, with well-crafted suspense and some clever twists, and an overriding poignant ethos, worth reading.
Claire S. Lewis – Author Interview
What inspired you to write this story?
She’s Mine started as a little exercise that I wrote on ‘setting’ for a beginner’s online creative writing course. I chose a beach setting because I thought that would be a good way of using all the five senses – sight, sound, taste, touch and smell – in the description. You’re usually very engaged with your senses when lying on a beach! To make it more interesting, I added the plot element of a nanny falling asleep on the sand and waking up to find that the little girl she was supposed to be looking after had disappeared. When I later took the Faber Academy course on writing a novel, I used this piece as the opening chapter for my novel draft which became She’s Mine.
What is the first thing you decide when writing a story, the setting, the plot or characters? Why do you think this is?
When starting a story, the first thing that gets me writing is the plot. Sometimes a conversation or a news item or something I hear on the radio makes me think, ‘that would be a great starting point for a novel’, or ‘if you put that into a novel nobody would believe it’, and from that scene or idea, I develop a plot. Next, I imagine which characters would act out that plot and how they would interact with each other. And then I think about what would be an interesting or enticing setting or stage for those characters – usually, I like to pick locations that I know well and that I know I would love bringing to life in descriptions. So, in She’s Mine, much of the backstory is set in Oxford because I was a student there and it is a beautiful and atmospheric city that is still very vivid in my memory. I can easily wind back the clock and put myself in the place of my characters and imagine myself there, seeing and feeling it from inside their heads.
think the plot interests me the most because I like the idea of setting up a
puzzle and then gradually letting the readers into the mystery. The characters
are there to act out the plot. I am also really interested in exploring devices
such as the ‘unreliable narrator’ – like the nanny, Scarlett, in She’s Mine.
In addition, I enjoy playing around with changing narrative viewpoints so that
the reader sees parts of the puzzle or mystery through one character’s eyes but
has to read between the lines to work out the ‘truth’ that is eventually
revealed when the narrative perspective changes to another character. I use
this device a lot in my second novel. The plot is the starting point for all
Do you draw your characters from real life or are they purely a product of your imagination?
My characters are mostly imaginary – which is lucky because they tend to be quite dark and complicated! Of course, in some cases, I draw on certain personality traits of people I know in real life, or perhaps not so much personality traits but ways of speaking and interacting with other people. After reading the first draft of She’s Mine, my teenage daughter said to me, ‘So Scarlett’s basically me!’ I wasn’t conscious of writing this (and they certainly don’t have the same characters!), but she recognised herself in Scarlett’s narrative voice! So far all of my male characters have been flawed – weak, vain, untrustworthy, and the like. I wouldn’t say this is a reflection of the men in my life! In She’s Mine, my anti-hero Damien was in part inspired by a particularly unpleasant man I spoke to very briefly at an event some years ago! Sometimes it doesn’t take much to light the spark of a character…
What sort of books do you enjoy reading and why?
love reading all sorts of fiction books as long as they are not too heavy or
slow moving! Particular authors/books that I have loved since I was a teenager
include Evelyn Waugh (Brideshead Revisited), Scott Fitzgerald (The Great
Gatsby/Tender is the Night), Graham Greene (The Confidential Agent/The Power
and The Glory), Nancy Mitford (Love in a Cold Climate) and Patricia Highsmith (The
Talented Mr Ripley). I think these books are brilliant because they are so beautifully
written with such intriguing stories, charismatic characters and entrancing
settings. I also love modern psychological thrillers such as Gone Girl, Girl on
the Train, The Cry and You. My all-time favourite novel is Gone With The Wind
which I devoured when I was growing up.
What made you decide to become a writer and why does this genre appeal to you?
I had children, I was an aviation lawyer for Virgin Atlantic, but I’ve always
loved reading and books, and always dreamt of writing a novel. So after having been at home with the
children for a few years, I finally took the plunge and signed up for some
creative writing courses – both novel and screenwriting – to see if I could do
it – then I got hooked. I love writing fiction because of the freedom it gives
you to escape and get lost in other worlds. And I love psychological suspense
because I find the psychological part fascinating – imagining what’s going on
in other people’s minds – and the suspense part is so much fun to create because
it’s what keeps us reading – the ‘what if?’ and ‘what next’ that makes us want
to keep turning the page!
What are you currently writing?
I’m currently writing another story in the genre of psychological suspense about a beautiful young florist with a tragedy in her past. It’s wonderful to write because I’m researching the world of floristry and flowers (as well as getting to grips with the workings of dating apps such as Tinder which I’ve never looked at before!). The plot revolves around stalking (no pun intended!) but it’s not clear who is the predator and who is the victim…
you so much, Jane, for giving me the opportunity to write for your lovely blog,
Jane Hunt Writer!
the truth, but not the whole truth. What I don’t reveal to her is an incident
that took place in Christina’s bedroom the week before we flew out to the
British Leeward Isles. I don’t disclose it because the incident doesn’t put me
in a good light either! On Tuesdays, Katie does a full day at kindergarten so I
have a little time to myself. I’ve got into the habit of using Christina’s
en-suite, luxurious, walk-in power shower and expensive beauty products
following the weekly hot yoga class that I go to after dropping off Katie. So
last Tuesday, I had just finished my shower and wrapped myself in Christina’s
bathrobe when I heard her bedroom door opening and then the sound of her
antique roll top desk being unlocked.
thought she must have come back early from work for some reason. There was
nothing else for it but to come clean (literally!) and apologise for taking the
liberty of using her bathroom without asking first. So I took off her bathrobe,
draped a towel around me and opened the door. But it wasn’t Christina. It was
Damien with his back to me, checking the contents of the desk. Caught in the
act. Hearing the catch he started and turned in alarm. He reddened but quickly
composed himself and went on the offensive.
a vision of beauty!’ he sneered as I stood there, my wet hair dripping onto the
carpet. ‘I didn’t realise you and Christina were so intimate.’
didn’t realise you made a habit of going through her private papers!’ I snapped
back. I know very well that the desk, an old family heirloom shipped over from
the UK, is a strictly no-go area that she keeps locked at all times. He just
laughed and then cool as a cucumber, he slipped some documents into a green
cardboard file under his arm, locked the desk, pocketed the key and marched out
of the room.
mind your own business and keep out of our affairs. Or you’ll be going the same
way as the previous nanny,’ was his parting shot.
understood this was no idle threat. Christina’s so possessive and distrustful
that I knew if she got wind of this brush with Damien, she would imagine the
worst and I’d be out of a job. So I said nothing to Christina in New York and I
say nothing to the police officer now as she converses with me in the hotel
to keep my suspicions about Damien to myself – for now.
that was supposed to have been a ‘friendly chat’ the questioning is intense.
After asking about my relations with Christina and Damien she embarks on a list
of questions clearly aimed at working out a timeline for my movements this
afternoon. What time did I arrive at the beach with Katie? Did I speak to
anyone? Did anyone approach me or Katie? Did I notice anyone watching her? What
time did I fall asleep? What time did I wake up? When did I become aware Katie
was missing? What did I do next? Did I see anyone on the beach when I was
looking for her? How long did I spend searching the beach before raising the
alarm? What time did I tell Christina her little girl was missing?
is pounding and I feel like a criminal by the time the family liaison officer
finally puts her notepad away.
‘These questions are nothing to worry about,’ she assures me. ‘We just need to establish the timeline for the disappearance of the little girl.’ She ends the conversation by encouraging me to contact her ‘any time, any place’ if I need support or if I ‘remember’ anything else that may be relevant to the investigation. I half expect her to clap me in handcuffs and announce that she’s putting me under arrest when at last she says that I’m at liberty to go.
In a waking
nightmare, we struggle on through the grief-stricken hours of the day making
calls, badgering the search team for any new scrap of information and giving
interviews to reporters in the belief that getting Katie’s story out there
might somehow help in her rescue.
worst moment comes just after midnight when the operation is called to a halt.
I collapse onto a chair in a quivering heap. All the strength has gone from my
legs. Christina appears distraught, begging members of the police and emergency
services to go on searching.
nothing more we can do tonight. We’ll resume at dawn. You should get some
sleep,’ says the commander sternly. Holding our despair at bay and unable to
contemplate the thought of sleep, we pace the beaches and the rocky headland
for the next two hours, tripping over stones in the darkness, our steps lit
only by the moon and stars in the cloudless black sky and the light from our
lightheaded with exhaustion by the time I accompany Christina to her room in
the early hours of the morning. We sit out on the balcony mesmerised by the
sound of waves rolling on to sand. We are too tired to speak. I make tea and
give her three sleeping tablets from a packet I find in her wash bag. Once the
tablets take effect, I steer her to bed, her expression vacant and confused, as
she lets me pull the covers over her. It’s not until I shut Christina’s door
and go down the corridor to the room I’m sharing with Katie that it strikes me
again. Where the fuck is Damien? I haven’t seen him all day, not since he
handed me the cocktail at the pool.
open the door, there is Katie’s blue bunny, propped up on her newly-made bed.
The tears stream down my face. The bedtime story I was reading to her last
night is still open at the page we got to when her eyes finally closed. It’s a
beautifully illustrated copy of Peter Pan that Christina discovered in a
quaint little bookshop called the Book Cellar, one of her favourite haunts for
second-hand books. I glance down at the page. ‘The Mermaids’ Lagoon’ – Katie’s
favourite chapter. She loves the colour illustrations of the mermaids diving in
the waves. The doors to the balcony are open. I shiver in the sea breeze and
step out through billowing curtains.
stand there for a few moments still clutching Katie’s bucket.
Claire Simone Lewis studied philosophy, French literature and international relations at the universities of Oxford and Cambridge before starting her career in aviation law with a City law firm and later as an in-house lawyer at Virgin Atlantic Airways. More recently, she turned to writing psychological suspense, taking courses at the Faber Academy. She’s Mine is her first novel. Born in Paris, she’s bilingual and lives in Surrey with her family. Twitter Facebook
Most of us spend our whole lives searching for the person who’ll make us feel complete.
But Mike and Verity know they’re different. They’ve found their soulmate, and nothing can tear them apart.
Not even the man Verity is marrying.
Because they play a secret game, one they call ‘the Crave’, to demonstrate what they both know: that Verity needs Mike, and Mike alone. But Mike knows that Verity’s impending marriage will raise the stakes of their game higher than ever before.
Because this time, for Mike and Verity to stay together, someone has to die…
‘Our Kind of Cruelty’ is an unusual psychological thriller. The relentless plot isn’t full of the usual twists and misinformation.
Told from Mike’s point of view, the outcome is inevitable, but it’s the events that lead up to this that make this dark thriller absorbing and chilling. Drawn into the mind of a damaged man, whose obsession with Verity, his girlfriend since university colours every action, plan and thought. Mike is blinkered and driven; Verity is his only reference point. He lacks insight concerning everything outside the bubble that contains the two of them.
The first two-thirds of the story is overlong. While it is essential to relive Mike’s version of events, his lack of self-worth, his abusive childhood and his obsession with Verity make for exhausting reading and condensing this would make the story an easier read.
Mike’s character is undoubtedly well- written, but he lives in a warped reality, and it’s hard to empathise. Verity’s point of view is unknown, her action may be indicative of her differing perspective, but Mike’s perception of them always comes back to the two of them being inseparable.
It’s not until the book’s last third that the pacing picks up and the real point of the story becomes clear. The legal courtroom scenes are realistic and riveting, the lawyer’s cross-examination of their clients are fascinating. Mike’s barrister’s direction of his client illustrates that knowing how to play the legal game doesn’t necessarily equate to justice.The ending is suitably unsettling and highlights the inequities of the legal and other social systems, despite equality laws.
I received a copy of this book from Random House UK, Cornerstone via NetGalley in return for an honest review.