“A dark psychological thriller with a gripping moral dilemma” - a description that is music to my ears – sadly this book did not live up to its promise.
Joanna is the Other Woman, having enjoyed a lusty affair with Alistair, which precipitates his divorce from the beautiful Alexandra. After a rather fraught flight to Australia, during which Joanna was seen to lose patience with their baby, Noah, he “goes missing”, and so begins the cover up. Joanna, naturally, is grief-stricken but goes along with Alistair's wishes; he quickly immerses himself in the story he has fabricated, almost seeming to enjoy the drama. In the meantime he is also trying to gain custody of his daughter Chloe who, he claims, was kidnapped by Alexandra. He is a man who has to win, no matter what.
This novel is inhabited by characters who are one-dimensional and unlikeable, a plot so far-fetched, and often ridiculous dialogue, I wonder how I managed to finish it. The timeline, with chapters about each of the two women – Joanna and Alexandra – told on the same date makes for often very confusing reading, and for some strange reason Joanna's chapters are written in third person, whilst Alexandra's are first person. Would fourteen year old Chloe, who had never met her baby step brother, really spend so much time and effort in trying to find the missing baby of her estranged father and his new partner, a woman she hated with a passion? Hmmm – I doubt it. Alistair is a self-centred sleaze, who will stop at nothing to get what he wants - and the reason for his atrocious behaviour is all too apparent. I was hoping he would wander off into the Australian outback never to be seen again.
Why did we have to endure all those Twitter entries? Surelythe author could have found another, better, way of conveying gossip and rumour; I suppose this was to give the book a “modern” feel – to show how social media is used. It failed to impress, and in fact had me skipping through those sections.
A more appropriate title would be “The Lie” because this is really what the novel is about – not so much a missing baby, but the lie concerning his demise. This is one of those Lazy Afternoon reads, with too many loose ends, a see-through plot, irritating characters and the obligatory bad language thrown in for good measure and “realism”. A psychological thriller it certainly isn't. I wish I could say it was an enjoyable page-turner – it wasn't.
This does not encourage me to read anything else by this author.