A true page-turner about a woman whose entire life is turned upside-down in a very foreign place where they speak her language.
Sally Goodchild is a thirty-nine year old American who, after nearly two decades as a highly independent journalist, suddenly finds herself pregnant and in London… married to an English foreign correspondent, Tony Thompson, whom she met while they were both on assignment in Cairo.
From the outset, Sally's relationship with both Tony and London is an uneasy one - especially as she finds her husband and his city to be far more foreign than imagined. But her adjustment problems are soon overshadowed by a troubled pregnancy. When she goes into premature labour, there are doubts whether her child will survive unscathed. And then, out of nowhere, Sally is hit by an appalling post-natal depression - a descent into a temporary, but very personal hell, which even sees her articulating a homicidal thought against her baby.
However, when she does manage to extricate herself from this desperate dark wood, she finds herself in a fresh new nightmare - as she discovers that everything can be taken down and used against you… especially by a spouse who now considers you an unfit mother and wants to bar you from ever seeing your child again.
“Kennedy knows how to keep the pages turning...A pacy, absorbing and intelligent story.”
Elizabeth Buchan, The Times
“Excellent...The pace is thriller-like, so cancel all engagements for the duration.”
“Writing in the first person as a woman, [Kennedy] pulls off a bold imaginative transformation that I find enthralling and persuasive.”
“His impressive achievement is... his narrator Sally, whose turbulent emotions he conveys with an unusual depth of understanding”
Times Literary Supplement
“A gripping novel of love, destiny and lives falling apart”
Mail on Sunday
“An exceptionally powerful study of motherhood as nightmare, and a first-rate courtroom thriller, displaying all Kennedy's flair for plotting ”
“A compelling emotional rollercoaster of a novel”
Woman & Home
“As it gathered pace... I found my heart beating faster. I cannot remember a more compulsive book... I am bowled over by the art of the novelist”