On a bright January morning in the London suburbs, a young family moves in to the house they’ve just bought. Nothing strange there. Except it’s your house… and you didn’t sell it.
I found this book slightly disappointing. I read Those People a few months ago and I loved it, but this just didn’t click with me in the same way. The book starts with Fi returning home to find someone moving into her house. The story of the months leading up to this are told by Fi on a podcast entitled “The Victim”, from her point of view. We also get her husband’s point of view from a note left by him. The couple have separated but so as not to disturb the children’s lives they take turns staying with them in the family home. Fi lives there Monday-Friday, with Bram (her husband) living there from Friday evening until Sunday. They explain the details of this arrangement in the months leading to Fi finding a family moving into her home. I found the characters slightly annoying. There was no particular reason, I just didn’t click with them. The story was good, I liked the way we got the background as well as the present, but I found it a bit repetitive at times. I actually did enjoy the story as a whole but I was really annoyed by the abrupt ending. I wanted to find out more about what had happened to the characters, more about how things ended up. It ended before telling us the outcome of the story which bothered me. I really think a bad ending can spoil the entire book, and I find it hard to give a good review, even if the rest of the book is enjoyable, if the ending does not finish it off properly.