![]() ![]() ![]() I couldn’t decide if either woman was reliable, I wasn’t sure which one was telling the truth, to be honest there were moments where I thought both could have been bending reality to suit their needs. Once the narration swapped from Marisa to Kate, I second guessed the plot constantly. My unease grew as Marisa’s did, however, I thought I knew where this story was going, I thought I was going to end this book disappointed and then the twist came, and I was all in. Enter Kate, who, Marisa feels is a little too over familiar, she crosses boundaries and takes a rather keen interest in Jake and the baby they’re hoping to have. Marisa and Jake’s honeymoon period comes to an abrupt end when, struggling for money, they’re forced to take in a lodger. It isn’t a superstition I buy into, to be honest, I don’t walk around saluting Magpie’s, still the one for sorrow metaphor sets up a sense of foreboding and is the perfect opening for the next three hundred pages. I assume everyone’s familiar with the Magpie rhyme and the superstition attached to the bird. During the visit a Magpie swoops in and smashes vase. The book opens with Marisa, a 28-year-old illustrator being shown a house in London, it’s the perfect home for her and her new boyfriend Jake to start a family. ![]() ![]() It also puts an incredibly important and taboo subject matter at the heart of it….infertility. It’s gripping, it’s dark, there’s plenty of twists, it’s very tense. ![]()
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