The Husband’s Secret – Liane Moriarty

2016 sucked in many many ways, but it has been amazing in that I’ve seemed to have ventured out from my limited reading genre (I’m a sucker for literary novels!). You might recall the psychological thriller that I read in October called The Day When Evil Comes (Melanie Wells) and the two dystopian, young adult novels Recoil and Refuse (Joanne Macgregor).

So in the spirit of bookish branching out, I delved into The Husband’s Secret published by Pan Macmillan Australia in 2013. Such a big thank you to Mrs Wellington (you know who you are and I cannot wait to meet you face-to-face!) for bringing this wonderful book into my life. I spent an entire Sunday, sick in bed, holding onto Moriarty’s every word.

As usual, I’d like to sum this book up using the book’s very own blurb:

“At the heart of The Husband’s Secret is a letter that’s not meant to be read

My darling Cecilia, if you’re reading this, then I’ve died …

Imagine that your husband wrote you a letter, to be opened after his death. Imagine, too, that the letter contains his deepest, darkest secret—something with the potential to destroy not just the life you built together, but the lives of others as well. Imagine, then, that you stumble across that letter while your husband is still very much alive …
Cecilia Fitzpatrick has achieved it all—she’s an incredibly successful businesswoman, a pillar of her small community, and a devoted wife and mother. Her life is as orderly and spotless as her home. But that letter is about to change everything, and not just for her: Rachel and Tess barely know Cecilia—or each other—but they too are about to feel the earth-shattering repercussions of her husband’s secret.”

So there I was, reading page after page, chapter after chapter, until I finally closed the book and it was something like 2am! What I love most about this book is how everything and everyone is built up so beautifully, so perfectly life-like that you feel quite close to the characters, like you know them, like you’ve met them and interacted with them. Your everyday superwoman, you average Joe, your girl-next-door types. Then the author tears down the ideas that we have of people, the ideas that we build up about how people ought to be, ought to behave.

And everybody’s fragile lives in this book hinges on the husband’s secret. Hinges on the ripple butterfly effect of one small action a very long time ago. An action that itself has its own back story, its own complexities.

To unravel and uncover what the husband’s secret could possibly be and what it means to those he knows and loves, and even those he’s never laid his eyes on, get this book and read it until the wee hours of Monday morning like I did! You’ll be banging down a bookstore’s doors for a copy of Moriarty’s other books. I’m off to bang on a bookstore’s door myself …

Babongile Z

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