MY NAME IS KATE.
I volunteer at a missing persons helpline – young people who have run away from home call me and I pass on messages to their loved ones, no questions asked.
I don’t get many phone calls, and those I do are usually short and vague, or pranks.
But today a girl named Sophie called.
I’m supposed to contact her parents to let them know their child is safe.
The problem is, Sophie isn’t safe.
AND SOPHIE IS MY DAUGHTER.
As a NetGalley book reviewer I’m spoilt for choice as regards reading material. But when I read Jo Robertson’s, (my chestnut reading tree) review I hopped across to Amazon to pre-order and promptly forgot all about it until I needed something for Alexa to read to me when ironing. Yeah, I know, but I hate ironing and Alexa is my new bestie.
Needless to say, when I’d ironed everything in the house, I soon realised that I had to bite the bullet and flip to reading from my Kindle and I finished in one sitting.
For a debut this is superb: a nail-biting twisty turny thriller which would make an excellent movie. It’s difficult to review something like this without spoilers, but it’s impossible until quite near the end to know what’s going on. Kate is excellently drawn as an ordinary mother in an extraordinary situation , which is after all any parent’s worst nightmare. What she does is what we’d do, take up the gauntlet when the police seem to be flagging. What she finds is so unexpected… 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟