I liked this book but not enough because it felt incredibly slow and the plot development too obvious. It was only the last quarter that I got truly invested but even then, I could foresee how the novel would conclude.
It appears that Shelly has landed on her feet with her new rental property. The greenery of Beech Close is idyllic, the identical homes look charming and the neighbours are, well, rather friendly. Even Shelly sees the irony that the women are more like 'Desperate Housewives' than they realise, and I think this was one of the reasons why Shelly tries to maintain a bit of a distance – coupled with the fact that she is a single mother too.
However, despite trying to keep away from her new neighbours (which I wasn’t quite convinced was the right thing to do), events unfold that leave Shelly questioning their personalities. The previous tenant of her home has been reported missing, her immediate neighbour seems to want to terrorise her, and the saccharine nature of the neighbourhood seems too good to be true. Shelly can’t help but ask questions, especially when she uncovers a disturbing message inside her house. What really happened to Danielle? Are her new neighbours what they seem?
Rogers is very keen for readers to judge particular characters. Shelly has moved after her mother’s recent passing and it is evident that both she and Lauren, her daughter, are still very traumatised by seeing Shelly’s mother suffering from severe dementia. This is more prevalent because Valerie, Shelly’s new neighbour, is also declining into this state. She sympathises with Valerie’s son, especially when Valerie has “Jekyll and Hyde” tendencies, leaving Shelly particularly disturbed. Yet, I did not get a sense of this, feeling this aspect of the plot too convenient to distract readers. Furthermore, it felt like it was leaning towards the unrealistic, especially considering how much Valerie is clearly suffering from the disease. I would have expected social services or doctors to be more involved in Valerie’s treatment, especially when her safety is clearly a cause for concern.
The other wives are portrayed as quite glamourous, leaving Shelly constantly feeling like an outsider. I disliked this aspect of her personality, feeling like she always had to prove herself, and I was irritated by her need to please these new acquaintances. It didn’t feel like she was being true to herself and hid frequently behind her daughter or dog as an excuse, or consuming copious amounts of alcohol. On the other hand, I admired her grit and determination to ensure she and Lauren have a better quality of life, especially when it is revealed how difficult things became with Shelly’s mother.
I was curious to see how this story would conclude but I was disappointed how obvious this ending became. There were certainly some tense moments but I thought this was a long time coming. Instead, the majority of the book felt like a character assassination of new acquaintances, with the protagonist coming across a bit patronising as a result.
With thanks to Boldwood books and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.