You’d always recognise your own son. Wouldn’t you?
Heidi and Jason aren’t like other couples.
Six years ago, Heidi’s daughter was murdered. A year later, Jason’s son Barney disappeared. Their shared loss brought them together.
By chance, Heidi meets a boy she’s certain is Barney.
But Jason is equally convinced it’s not him.
Is Heidi mad? Or is Jason hiding something? And can their fragile marriage survive Heidi’s new found quest for the truth . . .
The opening sequence of this book quickly grabs your attention as your eyes flick over the words absorbing the meaning of each and every one. From this point on you need to know what is happening and why. This is how every good book should begin.
This is an emotional roller coaster of a read. I was hooked from the beginning but felt my attention wan in parts, some of the scenes were slower than I wanted them to be but the emotion was tense, the scenario deceitful and the characters all wrung out. I had to read more I wanted to know about the boy.
The reader can’t blame Heidi, even if they disagree with her outlandish behaviour
Heidi’s search for Barney becomes an obsession, the lengths she goes to trying to prove the boy is Barney, the situations she finds herself in, the depths she falls to. I cringed at her desperate behaviour yet as a mother knew full well I would do everything within my power and more if I was searching for my lost child.
there was a lot said that was not written leaving us to read between the lines which was very clever writing from O’Connor.
The reader can’t blame Heidi, even if they disagree with her outlandish behaviour. We see multiple sides to Heidi’s personality throughout her crusade and highly fraught journey to find Jason’s son, O’Connor delivered this character beautifully, a complex, very well thought out and developed character, the strongest in the novel, not one to follow the rules and please be warned, Heidi does not always play fair.
As the story concluded I came to realise that there was a lot said that was not written, reading between the lines the conclusion made perfect sense, even if it wasn’t the one I wanted to read, this is clever writing from O’Connor. This would make an excellent discussion point in a book club.
I enjoyed the descriptiveness and how easy it was to visualise the dark alleyways, rubbish bins, seedy public houses and greasy spoons. This novel was gritty and dirty including a lot of broken damaged people who all had one thing in common, Barney.