Our main narrator for The Therapist is Alice who’s recently moved with her partner into a new enclave in London, called The Circle. It sounds a bit Steptoe Wife-like but it isn’t. The couples living there are all quite different albeit slightly insular in the gated community.
I enjoyed The Wrong Family by Tarryn Fisher more than expected. I think I’d assumed there would be some laborious backstory that resulted in Juno going to live with the Crouch family. That she obsessively idolised them in some single-white-female-stalker way (which she only does a little) or she’s coerced or kidnapped or similar.
I must say, it was great to read a book featuring a backcover blurb that doesn’t give too much away. I mean, I assumed it kinda did and that the plot itself was going to be straight forward. But it’s not….
In fact at one point I thought I knew what was coming, but I was wr-wr-wrong. And I very much loved that about this book.
I’ve never met debut author Cassie Hamer but we’ve followed each other and chatted via social media for years so. I was delighted to hear she had a book deal.
I was a little nervous about reading it as I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a genre with which I struggle (romance, for example) or (from the backcover blurb) going to dip into themes that don’t interest me (the competitive yummy mummy thing).
However thankfully it was none of those things. I suspect it’ll be described as women’s fiction or general fiction, but it dips into an array of genres… with a mystery to be solved and a little romance thrown in. Hamer’s sharp and witty prose also mean there’s an element of humour added for good measure.
I met Australian author Vanessa Carnevale early in 2017 – a month or two after her debut novel, The Florentine Bridge, was released. She was absolutely gorgeous and didn’t hold the fact I wasn’t a romance reader against me… despite the fact we were at a romance readers’ convention (and I was only there because I’d won a free ticket).
I read Wendy Walker’s All Is Not Forgotten just last year; and was intrigued by the plot as well as the book’s almost non-fictional structure. In fact, my niece was recently doing some University study about memories (being planted and / or removed) and this was one of the books I recalled when she talked about that.
Walker’s latest book (the weirdly named) Emma in the Night, is also cleverly constructed and plotted. And so effortlessly well written that I found myself marking paragraph after paragraph* because they seemed eloquently pivotal. Or something…