I have wanted to read this book ever since I read Liane Moriarty’s Big Little Lies last year. So for a recent roadtrip I downloaded the audiobook from my library and hit play. It was a post-work drive in the dark and I was so ready to switch off the book when I started. It felt so simple. So silly. I questioned myself. But I had to keep torturing myself or pull off the highway and turn on something else. I didn’t have time for that. I’m glad I had to carry on. This audiobook had me captive in no time!
Okay. So let’s see. Cecilia Fitzpatrick has achieved it all. The perfect mother & wife. Until she finds a letter written by her husband that reads “My darling Cecilia, if you are reading this, then I’ve died…”, except of course her husband is not dead, he’s just harboring a very awful secret. There! I can’t say anymore without giving out spoilers.
I will say that I was thrown off with it being Easter in autumn. I know the author is Australian, and I know Australia celebrates Christmas in their summer, and I myself am familiar with a hot Christmas, but the autumn Easter just threw me for a loop. Don’t think I can do that! I might have to reconsider my love for Australia.