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356 pages, Paperback
First published November 21, 2017
LITTLE BROKEN THINGS is a perfect title for this novel revolving around a family in need of repair....honesty and understanding.
It begins with a desperate and mysterious request from one estranged sister to another to keep a haunted little one safe....and hidden....from both family and the worst kind of evil on the prowl.
It's the story of one mother's powerful love and sacrifice for a daughter in distress, and another mother's mission to reunite with her own daughters.
This multi-charactered, multi-narrated suspenseful story is ultimately a tangled web of mystery and danger, and is filled with nasty secrets that keep the reader engaged and guessing in search of the truth.
Many thanks to NetGalley and Atria Books for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Sometimes the surface is not an accurate indicator of what lies beneath.
Liz was no idiot. She knew that their lives were far from perfect, that things simmered just beneath the surface of their shiny facade. Shadowy things that hinted of discontent, of darkness that she could only begin to imagine. Weren’t they all just a knife blade away from madness? From obsession? From giving in to every lust and desire and impulse? Or even just one. One slip would be more than enough.
But life was hard and self-flagellation was for the weak. People pitied those who refused to help themselves. Who couldn't make a mistake and then, proudly, stand back up in the middle of their own mess and smile. I meant to do that. I knew all along.
Liz chose dignity.
[Liz] was a good peacekeeper. Shush now, be content, let it go.
Peacemaking—now that was a different thing altogether. That was bombs and battles, wars waged for the sake of starting over, from the scorched earth up, on something pure and worthy. Peacemaking meant casualties, and Liz was all too willing to fall on a sword of silence if it meant life could go on the way it always had.
Kids grow out of the sweet mommy stage so quickly, morphing overnight into titles that sound more adult. Don’t be fooled—it’s a sort of letting go, that moment when the near-perfect queen of the universe becomes a little more human, a little less divine.
Quinn was not a woman who knew. Who had crossed the divide and bore the scars to prove it. She both loved and loathed herself for it.
They were too far apart and far too close all at the same time. Perpetually missing each other.