A decent little mystery if you’re willing to engage in quite a thorough suspension of disbelief at the end and have a tolerance for posh English people who refer to their houses by pretentious names (“Summerbourne” and ”Winterbourne”).
Seraphine (pretentious names for the kids too) and her twin brother comes across a photo of their mother on the day they were born- which was also the day their mother committed suicide- but she is only holding one baby. The twins, now twenty five years old, are somewhat mystified as to why there is only one baby in the photo. They know the au pair fled the house the day they were born (it was clearly an eventful day) and Seraphine sets off to track her down in search of answers.
The explanation, when it comes, ties everything up quite brilliantly even if it is almost entirely unbelievable. But you’ve got to love a good, neat ending. As for what the grandmother is accused of -SPOILER ALERT- would such an old duck really bother spoiling her own lawn?
Still, this one kept me turning the pages, and sometimes that’s all that’s required of a thriller on a hot summer’s day.
