When I closed down my old website I managed to save one blog post. I salvaged it because it was the reminder of a fantastic night and I have since become such a raging maniac of a fan, I had to bring it over to the new site. I hope you enjoy my nostalgia from AUGUST 2016.
Last night, fresh from dental surgery that didn’t go well (Don’t get me started.). I was lucky enough to get tickets from a dear friend of mine, to go along to a ‘Meet the Author’ event to see Liane Moriarty. Now I must admit a few months ago I had never heard of this lovely lady until one day I happened upon an article that featured the ‘Top 10 Suspense Novels’
I can’t lie. I hardly ever read any suspense but after a midnight revelation where I realised my passion for true crime and researching to find answers could indeed meet my passion for reading and being entertained, I picked up a James Patterson novel (Isn’t he the just the master of everything? Love him. Anyway, back to the story.)
Once I’d zipped through James’ book, The First to Die, I wanted to broaden my horizon’s (No offence James if you’re reading this, I mean Mr Patterson. I still love you dearly.) I googled the world’s best suspense books or something to that effect and came up with a top ten list. On that list was ‘The Husband’s Secret.’ Well, if you know me, you would know, any mention of a secret will drive me batty until I find out what it is. Even if the secret doesn’t concern me or anyone I know, I don’t care… tell me your damned secrets! In this case, even a fake secret, thought up by an author, was eating away at me.
I’m also a cover snob. If I don’t like the cover, I’m not reading the book. Sorry I know I’m incredibly shallow but… okay there is no but… I’m incredibly shallow. So let’s recap, The Husband’s Secret had the word SECRET in the title and the cover was simple but cool, so what choice did a girl have? I read the blurb. That sucked me in totally and completely.
Here’s the short version: Cecilia Fitzpatrick, devoted mother, successful Tupperware business owner and efficient P&C President, has found a letter from her husband. “For my wife, Cecilia Fitzpatrick, to be opened only in the event of my death” But Cecilia’s husband isn’t dead, he’s on a business trip. And when she questions him about it on the phone, Cecilia senses something she hasn’t experienced before. John-Paul is lying. What happens next changes Cecilia’s formerly blissful suburban existence forever, and the consequences will be life-changing for the most unexpected people.
So I bought the paperback, then the audiobook and then the eBook. I like to be prepared, what can I say? I started reading and as much as I would like to say I loved it immediately, that would be a dirty, filthy lie. In fact, I disliked it so much I bitched about it to a couple of girlfriends who had already read it. It was nothing personal Liane, it was my own issue I promise (this is my version of, ‘it wasn’t you, it was me.’).
I’m just not a great fan of too many characters in a book. I’m old, my memory is failing and it’s just too much for me to wrap my brain around. However, I was listening to the audiobook while doing the dishes (The glamorous life I lead), with kid’s cartoons blaring in the background- Paw Patrol to be exact and my three-year-old hanging off my leg, begging for an orange.
I basically decided I didn’t know who anyone was and what they were doing and I wouldn’t read anymore. But as I said, my hands were in water so I had no choice but to listen to a touch more and oh boy, am I glad I did? Hell, yes I am!
Once I started to recognise characters and understand what the heck was going on, I began to get into it and started trying to guess the secret (Successfully I might add- yay me!). I don’t think I can explain to you how much I adored this book but I’ll try. As soon as I finished it, I then downloaded the eBook and audiobook of three other novels written by Liane Moriarty.
I’m a tight-ass so I think you will appreciate how much I loved her style. Enjoy my money Ms Moriarty, there will be more coming your way soon. Maybe I’ll put your kids through college instead of my own.
So, as I was saying last night she did an author talk and she was brilliant. So, funny and relatable and wonderfully entertaining. I took a friend who had no idea who Liane was (Don’t worry, I’m working on converting her.) and I doubt she was bored. We both had a good time, although, I’m not sure she appreciated lining up later so I could go all fangirl and get Liane to sign my book and take a photo (Yes, I took a photo despite looking like the crypt keeper with my mangled, post-tooth surgery face.)
I need to say, I am now a die-hard fan. We in fact parked in an ill-lit car park and were concerned about being attacked on the way out. The attacker could have taken my money, my bank cards and even the keys to my car. But if they thought they were getting my kindle with Liane’s books on them, or my phone which holds the precious proof that for a second I hob-knobbed with Liane Moriarty, they could think again.
Here we are… my good friend (in my imagination) Liane Moriarty and I (also why do I look like I have no eyebrows?).