I started reading this in December 2014, having heard high praise for Louise Phillips. I didn’t know what to expect when I started reading it, but to be honest, I wasn’t a fan from the outset. I found it very slow going, and also about a quarter of the way in, I went into labour with my baby girl on December 15th, so I left the book on my nightstand and didn’t pick it up again until 3 weeks after she was born.
I have to say, I really didn’t enjoy this book, even after the mid book break, I just couldn’t get into it. The blurb from Amazon is as follows:
“People say that the truth can set you free. But what if the truth is not something you want to hear? Thirty-five years ago Adrian Hamilton drowned. At the time his death was reported as a tragic accident but the exact circumstances remained a mystery. Now his daughter Clodagh, trying to come to terms with her past, visits a hypnotherapist who unleashes disturbing childhood memories of her father’s death. And as Clodagh delves deeper into her subconscious, memories of another tragedy come to light – the death of her baby sister. Meanwhile criminal psychologist Dr Kate Pearson is called in to help in the investigation of a murder after a body is found in a Dublin canal. When Kate digs beneath the surface of the killing, she discovers a sinister connection to the Hamilton family. What terrible events took place in the Hamilton house all those years ago? And what connects them to the recent murder? Time is running out for Clodagh and Kate. And the killer has already chosen his next victim . . .”
Personal preference is everything when it comes to books, so I’m sure many of you would enjoy this. Perhaps had I read it at a different time I may have enjoyed it, but as it stands, I was glad to see the back of it!!
