Her writing lays bare the lives of women in the vein of recent psychological thrillers from the likes of Paula Hawkins and Aoife Clifford, but The Lone Child’s visceral, disorienting stew of Neve’s scattered thoughts are a singular, heady read.
The Lone Child is a cracking read . . . An emotional pageturner. This is clever writing from a novelist with superior technical skills and a keen eye on her readers.
George’s writing is cool and elegant . . . There’s a surprising twist towards the end that adds an extra level of intrigue.
Thuy On, Weekend Australian
Neve Ayres pretended she didn’t know the baby strapped to her chest. He was still crying, his thin, newly alive cry. She tried to focus on the metronomic wash of the sea and the pungent blankets of seagrass underfoot. The colours – rust, charcoal and mossy green. But the baby’s cries, caught on a gust, circled her head. Obliterating everything. She stopped, puffing. Damn her widowhood.
Maybe widowhood wasn’t quite the right word, but she didn’t know the term for losing a husband who wasn’t yours. That he was alive also made the term slightly inaccurate. However, these last twelve weeks that was definitely how she’d felt: widowed.Continue Reading