From My Cold Dead Hands, By Hilly Barmby.
This story intrigued me right from the opening page. A devastating accident involving a London taxi cab leaves a young woman recovering in hospital. The mystery takes off when the young woman regains consciousness. And if that wasn’t enough, she has no memory of who she is, nor how she came to be in hospital. It’s evident that the people surrounding her bed, care for her deeply. But who are they?
Cassie is disorientated, though well enough to be discharged from hospital, and is collected by her family and brought home. However, when she arrives at the family estate and enters the huge house with its fine, lavishly furnished rooms, with black servants ready to attend to the family’s every need— it feels wrong, alien to her. She tries to remember her life and is amazed to learn she is an American, with a husband and children. Cassie struggles to uncover the truth about herself, discovering she has bigoted, racist beliefs – she begins to doubt her sanity.
The twists and turns in this plot will keep you riveted in your seat, eager to read more. Danger and the threat to life ramp-up as Cassie soon realises that there are far more disturbing things to worry about than mere memories. A well-crafted, mystery drama.
Recommended.