The Breakdown

February 15, 2017

In my opinion...

 

 

Well,BA Paris, you’ve done it again- the dogs have crossed legs, the phone is on silent and food is on hold.

 

I loved/hated Behind Closed Doors-ditto The Breakdown ( and what a clever title).

 

I read it in two fell swoops, unable to stop in case something happened, whilst I was away.

 

The dialogue is pacey, the story races along, characters are credible, Cass is heartbreaking in her agonies.

 

I did guess the ending quite early on, but there are a number of personal reasons why, & they would be total spoilers to mention in a review, but that did not lessen my enjoyment of this story at all.

 

What more can you ask for than a book that makes you curl up and just want to stay in front of the fire until you reach the end.

 

When ‘Behind Closed Doors ' was published, my friend was going on holiday, I recommended it to her, she loved it & it’s done the rounds of her family since.

 

Fast forward to next week, same friend is going away, fortunately, yet again I can recommend a book for her...

 

Ms Paris , can we please discuss your writing programme  so that it fits in with my friends's holiday plans for 2018?

 

Thank you Net Galley and Harlequin (UK0 for my ARC

 

 

 

Want to know more?

 

 

If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?

Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.

But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.

The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.

Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…

 

 

My rating...

 

A heart thumping 5 glasses of fizz- cheers Ms Paris!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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