I finished reading this book on 11th April this year and it's taken me until now to summon up the energy to write this review.

Sorry, Mary but I just didn't like it. It starts well enough with a flash back to the child hood of the woman who is right at the centre of this story.

This woman then lives with foster parents as she is kept away from the nightmare that she had gone through: the killing of her own mother in the presence of her step father.

Life goes by and the woman becomes a successful interior designer and marries a couple of times. Latterly to am man who is apparently not without means.

New hubby buys a new house for this new family: wife and child. The house? Yep, the one where the tragic accident took place all those years ago.

The odds against this are very long, of course; but we can tolerate it. What I couldn't tolerate was the feeling of an incessant need by the author to remind the reader that this is THE house.

I KNOW!

The story then runs like a formula as the woman falls deeper and deeper into the mire: she doesn't want anyone to know who she is but events unfold that compromise her at every turn.

In the end ... I can't tell you as it really would ruin the entire story.

Short and simple: I didn't like it although it is an easy read; and that might help you to decide to buy it if you know and like this author.

Duncan Williamson
28th May 2006