What Lies Between Us

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Told from the alternating voices of Nina and Maggie, (past and present)- you will discover how and why this happened. Did you suspect who really was abusing the main character? What are the clues? What did you think of Samson? Do you think her mother may have suffered a similar transgression? Why did Ganga assume it was Samson all along? Why was she unable to remember the true abuser? No puedo darle cinco estrellas, sin embargo, porque hay aspectos que, mirados con profundidad, te harán dudar de que algo así pudiera haberse producido en la vida real. Si analizas la trama con detenimiento encontrarás fisuras. Pero como la novela te atrapa y no te suelta, harás la lectura completa sin grandes aspavientos. En ese aspecto, la obra es más que recomendable como thriller psicológico, y además lo cierra con un final que a mí me parece perfecto. Told in first person, the first chapter opens with an unnamed woman in prison. She admits to what put her there, and it's a horrible, horrible crime. But its hard to feel the weight of her crime so early on, not knowing who she is, how or why it happened. But not to worry, because she has decided to share her story, which starts early on, when she is just a baby herself...

For three months after, there was a hornish protrusion on the left side of my head. It subsided eventually but for those months my parents were alarmed. “We didn’t know if it would ever go away. I didn’t know what sort of child I had given birth to. You were the strangest creature. A little monster.” Amma admitted, “But then the swelling went down and you were our perfect little girl.” This novel provokes questions regarding the loyalty a mother has towards her child. What are the responsibilities we assume as parents and were these met in this story? How did the climax scene on the Golden Gate Bridge affect you? Was it a hard scene to read? Did you anticipate that this is where the novel was heading? Don’t get me started on Nina! God, I hate teenagers in books. The adult version of her isn’t much better. I can’t even feel sorry for her when I wanted to. I never got a handle on her dynamics with her father.

The walls of my cell are painted an industrial white. They must think the color is soothing. Where I come from, it connotes absence, death, and loneliness. Maggie is an elderly woman who spends her days in an attic bedroom and through a shuttered window she has a limited view of the outside world. For over two and a half years she has lived like this. “The longer I spend at this window, the more I realise I’m becoming like Jeff, the wheelchair-bound character James Stewart plays in the film Rear Window. Like him, I have little choice but to spend my days spying on my neighbours. Jeff thinks he has witnessed the murder of one of his neighbours. But the only thing dying in this street is me. And nobody knows that but my daughter.” Maggie is chained to a spike in the floor that enables her to access everything in her bedroom but not beyond. Every second evening she gets chained to a longer chain that allows her down one flight of stairs to the bathroom and dinner with her daughter Nina. From the award-winning, nationally bestselling author of A Golden Age and The Good Muslim comes a lyrical, deeply moving modern love story about belonging, migration, tragedy, survival, and the mysteries of origins.

I keep most people at arm’s length for a reason. If you allow an emotional attachment to develop, eventually that person will disappoint you. They might not mean to, but if a better opportunity comes along, they will always leave you for it. I’ve learned the hard way that people – even loved ones – are transient souls.”Where do you start with a book like this, and not spoil anything? What you need to know about this book is this: I grabbed this book on a whim while 'shopping' in NetGalley, certainly not expecting this book to have the impact it had on me. I was so touched by the life of this unnamed woman and even though I knew the sad outcome, I still couldn't help but root for her happiness.