The Wrong Mother
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'Get ready for a roller-coaster ride with this tense and twisty story of two women with dark secrets' HEAT One mother on the run. A safe place to hide. But you can't escape the past forever . . . Faye is 39 and single. She's terrified she may never have the one thing she always wanted: a child of her own. Then she discovers a co-parenting app: Acorns. For men and women who want to have a baby, but don't want to do it alone. When she meets Louis through it, it feels as though the fates have aligned. But just one year later, Faye is on the run from Louis, with baby Jake in tow. In desperate need of a new place to live, she contacts Rachel, who's renting out a room in her remote Norfolk cottage. It's all Faye can afford - and surely she'll be safe from Louis there? But is Rachel the benevolent landlady she pretends to be? Or does she have a secret of her own? 'Pulse-pounding' LOUISE MUMFORD 'Had me hooked from beginning to end' 5* READER REVIEW 'The perfect thriller' EMILY FREUD 'Not to be missed' 5* READER REVIEW 'Utterly addictive' WOMAN'S OWN 'A thrilling page-turner' 5* READER REVIEW 'Full of pace, suspense and intrigue' L V MATTHEWS
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Very very fun. I never really read mystery/thriller fiction, but maybe I should. This was fun.
Briefly: modern UK setting. The cast: An OFF. THE. RAILS. 39yo first-time mom and her shrieking newborn. A little old lady who is super crotchety and has blood splatters all over her rug. Glorious.
I really enjoyed this one. It was basically a PG-13 thriller, not too gory (thank God), centered around - ahem - “women's issues”. And y'all know how NUTS - NUTS, I TELL YOU - 39 year old women with their biological clocks can get. I was cackling with demented 40-year-old glee throughout.
Ever since becoming a parent and, much more importantly, an AUNTIE, I feel like I've graduated into this weird new realm of middle-aged womanhood. And it's great. Now I get where “old wives tales”, etc, come from. I UNDERSTAND THE MYSTIC WOMANHOOD. That shit comes from this off the rails brew of aunties cluckin' and judgin', generation upon generation. Doing all the laundry. Getting crapped on by the patriarchy. And having just a helluva time.
I should also specify: an aunt is someone whose sibling has a child. AN AUNTIE is someone who is just a middle-aged lady UP IN YOUR BUSINESS and ready to hit you with a shoe. “Auntie” is what kids in India call you when they perceive you as OLD - believe me, the pain was deep when I was “auntied” in my early 30s, after many years of being called “didi” (big sister). But now that I am here, in my - as Gloria Steinem promised - increasingly fem radicalized middle-aged, I AM PUMPED.
Anyway, so this is, what I would like to call, AUNTIE LIT. It features tiny babies, incompetent and competent mothering, 1 stupid man, and just all sorts of catnip for the auntie set. I AM HERE FOR IT. Also, give me that baby, I will take care of it, you don't know what you're doing.
