The Family Next Door: A Novel

The Family Next Door: A Novel

by Sally Hepworth

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Overview

America's next favorite Australian author!

"With jaw-dropping discoveries and realistic consequences, this novel is not to be missed. Perfect for lovers of Big Little Lies." —Library Journal, starred review

Small, perfect towns often hold the deepest secrets.

From the outside, Essie’s life looks idyllic: a loving husband, a beautiful house in a good neighborhood, and a nearby mother who dotes on her grandchildren. But few of Essie’s friends know her secret shame: that in a moment of maternal despair, she once walked away from her newborn, asleep in her carriage in a park. Disaster was avoided and Essie got better, but she still fears what lurks inside her, even as her daughter gets older and she has a second baby.

When a new woman named Isabelle moves in next door to Essie, she is an immediate object of curiosity in the neighborhood. Why single, when everyone else is married with children? Why renting, when everyone else owns? What mysterious job does she have? And why is she so fascinated with Essie? As the two women grow closer and Essie’s friends voice their disapproval, it starts to become clear that Isabelle’s choice of neighborhood was no accident. And that her presence threatens to bring shocking secrets to light.

The Family Next Door is Sally Hepworth at her very best: at once a deeply moving portrait of family drama and a compelling suburban mystery that will keep you hooked until the very last page.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250120915
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/06/2018
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 10,106
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

SALLY HEPWORTH is a human resource professional. A graduate of Monash University in Melbourne, Australia, Sally started writing novels after the birth of her first child. Sally has lived around the world, spending extended periods in Singapore, the UK, and Canada, and she now writes full-time from her home in Melbourne, where she lives with her husband and three young children.
Sally Hepworth is a former event planner and human resources professional. A graduate of Monash University in Melbourne, Australia, Sally started writing novels after the birth of her first child. She is the author of Love Like The French, published by Random House Germany. Sally has lived around the world, spending extended periods in Singapore, the U.K., and Canada, and she now writes full-time from her home in Melbourne, where she lives with her husband and two young children.

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CHAPTER 1

ESSIE

"Fresh air!" Essie's mother had said to her that morning. "Get that baby out in the fresh air! It will do you both the world of good!"

Now Essie stood under the dubious cover of a palm tree, while the rain slapped against the tin slide of the nearby playground. Just a few minutes ago the weather had been fine. A perfect spring day. She'd been powering along the Sandringham beach path when the sky began to darken — at the halfway point of her walk, of course, leaving her no option to turn back and bolt for home.

What was so great about fresh air anyway? Given the choice, she'd have opted for the less fresh, temperature-controlled air of the indoors any day. She wanted to be indoors now, preferably at Cuppa Cottage, drinking a cup of English Breakfast out of a vintage teacup. Better yet, she wanted to be in bed, catching up on the billion hours of sleep she'd lost in the past eight weeks. But no. She needed fresh air.

Mia appeared to be deeply asleep under her rain cover (Essie doubted there was anything "fresh" about the plastic fumes she was inhaling), but the moment the pram stopped moving Essie knew Mia's eyes would spring open and the crying would start. As such, since Mia's birth, Essie had become an expert in keeping the pram moving, wheeling it rhythmically from room to room as she moved about the house, not allowing it to sit idle for more than a second or two. When Essie sat — which was rare — she could keep the darn thing moving with only three toes. According to Ben, she even rocked in her sleep.

"And when, exactly, have you seen me sleep lately?" she'd demanded, her voice wavering slightly. "No, really. Tell me."

Suddenly Ben had had something urgent to do in the garage.

Last week, after jostling the pram for so long Essie was sure she'd developed carpal tunnel, she pushed it down to the back of the garden and left it there. Just for a little while. It was a fine day, she reasoned, and she just needed some time to herself and perhaps a cup of tea. But she was barely back inside when her neighbor — who had a baby Mia's age who never seemed to do anything but sleep and smile — appeared at the door saying she'd heard Mia crying and was everything all right.

"Fine," Essie had said. "Everything is fine."

The rain continued to beat down and Essie kept the pram crunching back and forth on the damp, sandy path. The sea had deepened to a dark blue and the air was sharp and salty. On the road above, the cars swished by on the damp bitumen. Maybe she should make a run for it — head to Cuppa Cottage and order that cup of English Breakfast? Then again, with her giant three-wheeler pram she'd almost certainly catch the eye of another pram-wheeling mother and fall into the predictable back and forth that she loathed — boy or girl? how old? sleeping well? Essie didn't think she could stand it. Of course, other mothers talked about how hard it all was — the sleep deprivation, the breastfeeding, the washing! — but they always did it with a cheerful laugh, an insistence that "it was all worth it." That was the problem. Essie wasn't sure it was.

"It doesn't come right away for all mothers," her mum had told her. "You're exhausted. Just give it time."

Essie had given it eight weeks. And still, whenever Essie looked down at Mia's red, irritated little face, all she felt was ... flat.

Every evening Ben rushed home from work, desperate to see Mia. If she was asleep (which was rare), he was devastated.

"Can't we wake her up?" he'd plead.

"No one wakes a sleeping baby," she'd snap, when what she really wanted to say was: "Why would you want to?"

Maybe it was just the exhaustion. In an hour her mum would come over and assume pram-jostling duties and the world would make sense again. Her mum came by regularly, snatching up the baby and putting her over her shoulder, soothing her with a repetitive thump to the bottom that Essie could never seem to imitate. Her mum never seemed bothered by Mia's crying or fussiness — she held her as easily and naturally as if she was one of her own limbs. Usually she ordered Essie to go take a nap and Essie gratefully obliged. Problem was, the nap would always end, her mum would go home and she'd have to look after her baby once more.

Essie inhaled, dragging all that fresh air into her lungs. She was having that feeling again. A tingling — like angry pinpricks in her abdomen and chest — that Essie had come to understand was anxiety or guilt, or perhaps some kind of cocktail of the two.

"Oh, that," Ange from across the road said when Essie described it to her. "Yes. Get used to it. It's called "motherhood."

That had been a blow. Essie had assumed the anxiety was one of those fleeting parts of early motherhood — like engorged breasts and night sweats — that were there one moment and forgotten about the next. But apparently it was one of those other parts of motherhood. The parts that left you fundamentally changed.

A woman around Essie's age was jogging toward her on the path, dressed in black lycra and hot-pink trainers. Her soaking wet hair was looped into a casual bun. Ben had been pestering Essie to start running. "A good long run always makes me feel better," he'd said yesterday. "You should try it." Essie would have run, if she thought it would help. She would have run to the ends of the earth. She just wasn't sure whether she would run back.

The jogger was wet through, but she didn't seem to mind. She had a bounce to her step that was reserved for the young and fit. The free. Essie remembered having a bounce to her step once.

Mia started stirring in the pram and Essie realized that she'd stopped jostling. The jogger bounded past, and in the time it took her to disappear from sight, Mia had moved from confused to irate. Her face contorted and her head tossed from side to side as if desperate for answers. Who had the audacity to stop moving this pram? Did you not see I was having A NAP? Her face reddened and she took a breath, sucking in enough air to make sure her protest would be loud and meaningful. Essie shoved her fingers deep into her ears.

It was strange watching Mia scream and not being able to hear it. Better, really. Her eyes shut with the effort. With the rain in the background, Essie heard nothing. She felt nothing.

After a while, Essie started for home. She stopped at Cuppa Cottage and ordered her tea, extra hot, and drank it slowly in the chair by the window. She ordered another. The rain had stopped by the time she left the café. As she walked home she felt an acute sense of being out of balance — as though she'd been roller-skating or skiing and had just put on her shoes again.

Her mum was walking up her driveway when she arrived back in Pleasant Court. She stopped when she saw Essie coming and waved cheerily. "Good to see you out and about," she said, before peering at the empty space around Essie. "Where's Mia?"

Essie pulled her wet ponytail over one shoulder. A trickle of water ran down the side of her jacket.

"Essie," her mum repeated, slower now. "Where is Mia?"

Essie shrugged. "I ... left her. At the park."

Her mum's frown froze in place. Essie got the feeling that, for the first time in weeks, her mum actually saw her. "Which park, Essie? Which park is Mia at?"

"The beach playground."

After that her mum moved quickly. In a matter of moments they were both in the car, headed toward the beach at a speed Essie thought was unnecessary. The pram was probably exactly where she'd left it! No one would be out and about after the rain; the playground would probably be deserted and covered in puddles. Mia would be red-faced and angry. It would take hours to calm her down. Essie wished they were driving in the opposite direction.

Her mum misinterpreted her agitation and placed a calming hand on hers. "We'll find her, Essie," she said. "We will."

Sure enough, they did find her. Mia was right where Essie had left her. But she wasn't alone. A trio of mothers in puffer jackets surrounded her, the tallest woman holding Mia tightly. Mia will hate that, Essie thought. Sure enough, Mia was howling. Another mother looked on while halfheartedly entertaining toddlers nearby. They didn't seem to notice as Essie and her mum got out of the car.

"There she is," Essie's mum cried, running over to the group. "I see her. She's fine, Essie. She's perfectly safe."

"She's ours," Essie's mum shouted to the women. When she was close enough, she held her hands out for Mia, catching her breath. "Whew. Thank you so much. She's my granddaughter. My daughter accidentally left without her."

The tall woman made no move to hand Mia over. Instead she clutched her tighter, which made Mia even more hysterical. "She left the park without her baby?"

"Yes, well ... she was tired and ..."

Essie sidled up slowly.

".. you know how your brain can be when you have a newborn!" Her mum have a half-hearted laugh and then petered out. What else could she say? There was no explanation that would suffice and she knew it.

"I'm sorry," the woman said curtly, "but ... how do we know she's your granddaughter? We found her abandoned in a park. We can't just hand her over."

Essie sidled up slowly. She felt a scream building in her throat. She wanted all these women to go away. She wanted to go away. Back to a time when she was a normal, childless woman — not a crazy lady who left babies in the park.

"Her name is Mia," her mum tried again. "She's eight weeks old. Her blanket was hand-knitted by me and it has frayed on one corner. Mia has a birthmark on her right thigh — a port wine stain."

The woman exchanged a glance with her friend. "I'm sorry but I really think we should wait for the —"

"What do you want us to do?" Essie cried. "Sign an affidavit? She doesn't have any ID. Just give her to me," she said, pushing forward. "Give me my baby!"

Essie felt her mum's hand on her shoulder. "Essie —"

"Give her to me."

"Essie, you need to calm d —"

"GIVE ME MY BABY!" she screamed, and that's when the police car pulled up.

CHAPTER 2

3 years later ...

"Good evening, beloved family," Ben announced, flinging down his sports bag. He bounded into the kitchen to kiss Essie and Mia. "Beloved wife and daughter." He scooted a few paces to the right and put an arm around Barbara, who sat on a bar stool, doing a crossword. "Beloved mother-inlaw."

Barbara pushed him off. "Ben! You're sweaty."

"As you would be, Barbie, if you'd done three back-to-back boxing sessions and then jogged home!"

He took off his cap and skimmed it across the counter. It collected a butter knife and a garlic press and all three landed with a clatter on the kitchen floor. Essie shot a glance at her mother who rolled her eyes and looked back at her crossword.

"A little bird told me," Ben said to Mia, "that you could fly."

She looked at him skeptically. "No, I can't."

"Are you sure? Because I'm sure the bird said ..." He grabbed Mia off the kitchen counter and flung her into the air. She shrieked in delight. He was so slick with sweat it looked like Mia may slide right through his hands.

On their wedding day, Ben's best man had likened him to a Doberman — a fair comparison, in Essie's opinion. Not only was he happy, hopeless and incredibly loyal, he was also large, clumsy and accident prone. Whenever he arrived in a room it suddenly felt full, which was both comforting ... and a little nerve-wracking.

"See," he said, " ... you can fly." He put her down.

Ben ran a fitness studio, The Shed, a studio created to assist people's dreams of being their own bona fide Hulk outside the boardroom as well as inside. Eighteen months ago he'd also developed an app, Ten with Ben, which allowed people to download a new ten-minute workout and meal plan every day. The app had received huge media coverage and had even been endorsed by several high-profile football players. As a result his business had exploded. He now had ten full-time staff — and dozens of casuals — but as Ben couldn't possibly sit still at a desk all day, he still took the classes.

"Where is beloved daughter number two?" Ben asked.

Beloved daughter no. 2 had come along six months ago. It had taken nearly two years for Essie to convince Ben to try for another baby. ("Why not be happy with what we've got?" he said, over and over again. "Why would we risk it?") Obviously, Essie understood his concerns. It had taken months — and a stint as an inpatient in a psychiatric hospital — for her to recover after leaving Mia in the park that day, and her doctor explained that after last time, her chances of her post-partum depression recurring were significant. But Essie did recover. And she wanted a second chance to be the mother she'd planned to be from the get-go. It was her mother moving in next door that had finally swayed Ben (also, Essie thought, a stab at having a son). Unfortunately Ben didn't get his son but Essie did get her second chance. And much to everyone's relief, this time Essie had been fine.

Well, mostly fine.

"Polly's asleep," Essie said.

"In this heat?"

It was the fourth day of temperatures above forty degrees Celsius and it was all anyone could talk about. A heatwave like this usually happened at least once during a Melbourne summer, but that didn't stop everyone from talking about it as if it was a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon. (Hot enough for you? I don't remember it being this hot when I was a kid. I hear a cool change is due on Thursday.)

"Apparently so," Essie said. "We'll see how long it lasts."

Polly had been a good sleeper to begin with, but a couple of weeks ago she'd started waking at odd intervals, sometimes as often as hourly. It felt like a cruel joke, giving her a perfect baby only to have her regress like this at six months old.

Ben leaned his elbows on the counter. "So," he said, "apparently the new neighbor has moved in."

"I heard," Essie said. The whole of Pleasant Court was at fever pitch about the new neighbor. There hadn't been anyone new in Pleasant Court since Essie's mum moved in.

"Ange gave me the inside scoop." Ange, from number 6, had been the agent to rent the place. "She's a single woman in her late thirties who has moved down from Sydney for work."

"A single woman?" Barbara said, eyes still on her crossword. She tapped the base of the pencil against her lip. "In Sandringham? Why wouldn't she get an apartment in the city?"

"Single women can live in Sandringham! Maybe she wanted to live by the beach."

"But it's an unusual choice, wouldn't you say?" her mum said. "Especially Pleasant Court."

Essie thought about that. Pleasant Court was a decidedly family area, she supposed. A cul-de-sac of 1930s-style redbrick bungalows — and even those in need of a paint job or new foundations sold for well over two million thanks to the beach at the end of the road. Ben and Essie had bought their place when it was worth less than half that amount, but property had skyrocketed since then. The new neighbor, whoever she was, was renting, but even rent wouldn't have been cheap. And with three or four bedrooms and a garden to maintain, Essie had to admit it wasn't the most obvious choice for a single person.

"Maybe she has a husband and kids joining her?" Essie said, opening the fridge. She snatched up a head of iceberg lettuce, a tomato, and a cucumber and dumped all three on the bench. "Salad?"

"Sure," Ben said. "And I doubt she has a husband joining her."

"Why?"

"Ange said she talked about her 'ex-partner.' Partner," he repeated, when Essie looked blank. "As in she's gay."

"Because she used the word partner?"

Ben shrugged, but with a cocked head and a smile that said he was in the know.

Essie grabbed an avocado from the fruit bowl. Though she'd never admit it to Ben, she was a little intrigued. The sad fact was, Pleasant Court was very white bread. The appearance of anyone other than a straight married person with kids was interesting. Essie thought back to her days working as a copywriter for Architectural Digest, when she had numerous gay and mixed-nationality friends. It felt like another lifetime. "Well ... so what? I didn't realize we cared so much about people's sexuality."

"We don't," Ben said, holding up his hands. "Unless ... hang on, did you say ... sexuality?"

(Continues…)



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The Family Next Door: A Novel 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very quick read, quite a surprise within. I really enjoyed it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Quick read and didn’t want to put down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You really never know what the neighbors lives are like
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This+was+my+first+time+reading+anything+by+this+author%2C+and+I+was+definitely+pleased.+Extremely+reliable+storylines%2C+vivid+characters%2C+and+great+twists.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Highly recommend
bookaholique More than 1 year ago
3.5 Essie tries hard to look like she is living a normal life. Only a few people know that she has something from her past that she is trying to hide. When a new neighbor, Isabelle, moves in Essie finds herself strangely attracted to her. Little does she realize this attraction runs the risk of bringing her secret to life. Something strange is up with Isabelle and I couldn't wait to find out what it was. Was she there for good or evil? This story kept me engaged and moved quickly. I was surprised by the twist at the end when we discover Isabelle's real story. I thought this was a well thought out mystery. I received this from St. Martin's Press via Netgalley.
nhr3bookcrazyNR More than 1 year ago
Many different story lines all in one book. At first I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but then I got totally caught up and wanted to know how all of the stories were heading. I ended up enjoying this book. I'd like to read more by this author
Sandy5 More than 1 year ago
She kept the pram moving constantly otherwise her 8-week-old daughter, Mia cried. Essie wanted to cry too. Today would be the day when it just got to be too much, the day when Essie decided it wasn’t worth it. Essie strolled Mia to the park in her pram where she sat on a bench keeping the pram moving while taking in the scene around her. Essie decided that she wanted some tea, so she walked to the coffee shop, enjoyed two cups of tea and headed home. Essie’s mom was coming up the walk and inquired about Mia’s whereabouts. Yes, Essie had left her at the park. It was a simple statement, nothing extortionary about it, nothing seemed out-of-place until Essie’s mother took charge of the situation. Luckily Essie was diagnosed with post-partum depression and no harm was done to Mia the day her mother left her in the park. Years have passed, the family has grown and grandmother has now moved next door to the family in this quaint neighborhood. Everyone seems to know each other in this family-occupied neighborhood yet they are not close friends. Essie would love to have some close friends but nothing has materialized yet. When a single woman moves in across the street, her appearance sends a ripple through the area. Her life brings surprises to the neighborhood which was once calm and tranquil. It seems that many individuals on this street had something hidden in their closet that they wanted to keep locked up but since Isabelle’s appearance, the doors have been swung open and secrets are coming out. It’s funny how one person can affect so many. I really enjoyed this novel as I felt it was a story that kept building in intensity as the story continued. I loved how there were different stories occurring at different levels of intensity as I read. I had a feeling that something unique was going to transpire in this novel but I didn’t expect what the novel delivered. There were characters that I liked and some that I didn’t but in all, it was a fantastic mix. What a great novel and I’m glad that I read it. 4.5 stars I received a copy of this novel from NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press in exchange for an honest review.
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The-Geeky-Bibliophile More than 1 year ago
Pleasant Court is a nice suburb where everyone knows everyone else, but it would be a stretch to say close friendships were formed. Essie, Fran, and Ange are all mothers of young children who take an interest in their new neighbor, Isabelle Heatherington, a woman who has neither husband nor children in a neighborhood full of families. It seemed a strange choice of residence to the trio of women, and they tried to learn more about Isabelle even as they concealed secrets of their own from everyone. One of the moms feels particularly drawn to Isabelle before the truth of her arrival is revealed, shattering someone's entire world when their child is put in danger as a result of the revelation. What I Liked: The story is told through the perspectives of five women—Essie, Essie's mother Barbara, Ange, Fran, and Isabelle—and this is something I've become a fan of over the last couple of years. With this format, you get a deeper sense of each of their personalities, and a better understanding about why they react the way they do much quicker than you would otherwise. I really appreciated that motherhood was presented realistically, with all the sleep deprivation and frustrations that go along with it. I've read so many books where motherhood is presented as something that's constantly rosy and wonderful, so it's always nice to read something that mirrors reality, instead. The mystery surrounding Isabelle was very well done. I had so many theories about her, but none were anywhere close to being correct. When all was revealed, it shocked the heck out of me, and the events that took place afterward had me on the edge of my seat, worried about what was going to happen next. What I Didn't Like: I can't recall anything that annoyed me. Final Thoughts: The Family Next Door is a compulsive page-turner with finely crafted characters and scenarios that will keep you reading 'just one more chapter' for hours. Hepworth is fast becoming a go-to author for me when I'm in the mood to read some high quality women's fiction. I'm highly recommending this book, and I hope that everyone who reads it will enjoy it as much as I did.
KateUnger More than 1 year ago
I wanted to love The Family Next Door since I really enjoyed Sally Hepworth’s last novel, The Things We Keep. This book is about the secrets kept by four women neighbors in Australia. Fran, Ange, and Essie have never been close, but when Isabelle moves into the neighborhood – a single woman without a family – their paths begin to cross a bit more, and their secrets begin to unravel. This book is told in alternating chapters between all four characters. I love that writing style, and it worked well for this book, but for some reason I had a hard time keeping the characters straight at the beginning. I didn’t really find myself connecting too much with any of the characters, so while I enjoyed the story, I didn’t really love it. I’m writing this review about a month after reading this book, and sadly not many of the details have stuck with me. http://opinionatedbooklover.com/review-the-family-next-door-by-sally-hepworth/
Jolie More than 1 year ago
When I read the synopsis for The Family Next Door, I thought that this would be a quick read. Something that would be a light read. Yeah right. This book is anything but light. The Family Next Door has two major storylines and four sub-storylines. One of the major storylines was the mystery lady who is telling her daughter how thankful she was to have her. The other major storyline was about Isabelle and the reasons she moved to Pleasant Court. The sub-storylines center around Ange, Fran, and Essie. Each has a secret that no one knows about. Ange needs to control every aspect of her life. Fran will not let her husband come near their newborn daughter. Essie’s storyline is a bit more complex. It focuses on her leaving her then-newborn daughter to a park and leaving her. I loved how the author took each woman’s story and interwove it with Isabelle’s storyline. Each woman added depth to Isabelle’s storyline and they all interconnected. The mystery woman adds a bit of mystery that makes you want to know more about her and her situation. I am not going to get into each woman here. But I will say that I did enjoy each woman’s story. I also felt bad for each woman portrayed. Each woman had issues to overcome and each did it in their own way. I did predict what happened towards the end of the book. But I was not ready for the lengths that the person would go through. I actually felt bad for her. The trauma she endured was crippling. Doesn’t excuse what she did but still. The Family Next Door is a gripping drama that breaks your heart. The characters are fleshed out. The plot is great. This was a book that made me think at the end of it. **I chose to leave this review after reading an advance reader copy**
Reeceeangel More than 1 year ago
What do you get when you mix a little Desperate Housewives with Big Little Lies? You get The Family Next Door! This is a jaw-dropping, twisty tale that will have you gasping at every page. Ange, Fran, Essie, and Essie's mom, Barbara all live on Pleasant Court. The ladies are friendly but not too friendly so they know each other's business. That is until Isabelle moves in the house across the street from Essie. Isabelle is single and gorgeous. The ladies are skeptical at first that she may try to steal their husbands but then they are convinced she is gay. Why else would a single, beautiful lady move onto a street full of families? As Essie and Isabelle's friendship deepen the secrets start to unravel and come out much to everyone's surprise. Is the darkest secret of all the one most hidden or the one hidden in plain sight? Come for a visit to Pleasant Court and find out for yourself. I have this on my to-be-read shelf for months and am kicking myself for waiting so long. I found myself up way too late night and getting up extremely early just to finish this book. I've heard Sally Hepworth compared to Liane Moriaty and the critics are right. I can see this made into a mini-series for TV. The story starts out with Essie leaving her newborn baby, Mia, in her pram in the local park. Essie comes home after having coffee at the local coffee shop and her mother Barbara asks where is the baby. Thankfully Mia is ok but Essie is not and spends some time in the hospital healing from post-partum depression. Essie fears this will return when she has her second baby, Polly. The story picks up from here and goes in a direction I never expected. My jaw flopped open at one point of the book and I am not sure I closed it until after I closed the book. If you are looking for something to read until Big, Little Lies comes back on the air you need to pick up this book from you favorite bookseller or library. You will be happy you did. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin's Press for a copy in exchange for a review in my own honest words.
Rhonda-Runner1 More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC of this book from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review. It took a number of chapters to get me interested in this book. I kept thinking there was something very familiar about this book and then I realized it was just like watching episodes of Desperate Housewives including the author's mention of Wisteria Lane. There were some twists and turns in this book but to me it ended up being just an okay book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Probably wouldn’t read this author again
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Essie Walker is a new mum to baby Mia and after 8 weeks, is just not feeling maternal. One day, Mia’s crying just gets to Essie and she leaves her in her pram in the park. Thankfully, Essie’s mother, Barbara, who lives next door, realizes what’s happened and gets Mia back home safely. Three years later, Essie and her husband, Ben, have another daughter named Polly. After Essie’s postpartum depression with Mia, Ben had been reluctant to try for another child, however, Essie seems to be doing fairly well. With her mother close-by, she feels like she can call on her if she gets stressed. Essie and Ben live on Pleasant Court which has nice family homes. When a new neighbor, Isabelle Heatherington, a single woman, moves in, the neighbors are intrigued and their first thought is that she is gay. Fran and Ange are people who live on the street with their husbands and children. Although they see each other often, the neighbors aren’t all very close. However, they decide that it would be a good idea to put together a neighborhood watch and call a meeting. Instead of going to the meeting, Essie decides to drop in on Isabelle and get to know her better. They instantly click and Essie wants to be with her a lot. Knowing her daughter like she does, Barbara feels that Essie may be about to have a breakdown. Soon, all kinds of secrets are becoming known and the solid families realize that things in their lives aren’t as perfect as they may have thought. This is rather like a soap opera where the lives of each family is opened and examined. Some people are guilty of various things and others are the victims. However, the story is a good one and the ending is not what one thinks it will be. I’m sure readers will enjoy visiting Pleasant Court. Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
lauriesophee More than 1 year ago
"She couldn't expect every puzzle piece of her life to click together just because she wanted it to. All her life she'd lived with a peice of her puzzle missing, and maybe that was just the way life was." I was quickly absorbed into this neighborhood, and anxious to learn each persons secrets. I was shocked at the twists and turns of this novel and it kept me wondering right up to the last few pages, just how things would end. Sally Hepworth does an amazing job of making you feel as if you are actually standing in the kitchens of these homes listening , to solve the dilemmas in this book.
teachlz More than 1 year ago
My Review of “The Family Next Door” by Sally Hepworth Kudos to Sally Hepworth, Author of “The Family Next Door” for writing such a descriptive and captivating story about several families in a small neighborhood. Are your neighbors who you really think they are? The genres for this story are Fiction, Woman’s Fiction, Suspense, Mystery with an essence of Romance. The author describes the characters who live on Pleasant Court as complex and complicated. There are deep dark secrets, lies and betrayals. Each family seems dysfunctional, and has its own problems. Newcomer Isabelle doesn’t seem like she belongs in this neighborhood. She is single, has no children and a hidden agenda. The other woman on the block Angie, Fran and Essie become obsessed with why Isabelle is here. Each of these women has their own family drama, which the reader gets a front row seat to. I felt like an intruder as I glimpsed into their personal lives. It reminded me a little bit of Peyton Place, with the drama. The author discusses the importance of family and a support system. The topic of postpartum depression and mental illness is brought up. There are twists and turns , suspense and mystery. I would highly recommend this novel for readers that enjoy Woman’s Fiction and Suspense. I received An Advanced Reading Copy for my honest review. Happy Reading !
TUDORQUEEN More than 1 year ago
This story takes place in Melbourne, Australia, in a quiet cul-de-sac of identical homes called Pleasant Court. It centers around the main character of Essie, who suffered from postpartum depression after having her first child, Mia. As the book begins, at the suggestion of her mother Barbara (who lives next door) Essie takes Mia out for a walk to the park "to get fresh air." However, as is the norm Mia starts wailing if the carriage isn't in constant motion. It starts to rain and Essie must take refuge under a tree. She's at the end of her tether tending to her daughter without benefit of much sleep. After waiting for a bit for the rain to let up, she abruptly decides to escape to a shop for a cup of tea. I must tell you I was flat out shocked when I realized pages later she had actually left the baby at the park. This is the lightening bolt event that kicks off the book. The other two ladies who live in the development are Fran and Ange. This sleepy suburban wholesome scene isn't all that it appears, for everyone is holding a secret behind their perfect facades. Fran is on maternity leave after having her second daughter. She goes out to run multiple times during the day as if she is literally running from something. Ange is a real estate agent married to Lucas, a photographer who owns his own studio just off the local park. He's several years younger than Ange and once had an affair earlier in their marriage. Ange frets that his studio is a hotbed for temptation... and she's also holding a secret that haunts her. Then a mysterious and attractive woman moves into one of the homes. She seems all too perfect; very friendly and so good with everyone's children. Does she work? Is her absent "partner" male or female? She's around forty...will she ever have kids? Then there's the character of Barbara, mother of Essie. She conveniently lives next door and is relied upon heavily to help Essie with her kids. She makes it all look so easy while Essie is constantly exhausted by them. Barbara/Gran hides the biggest secret of all! The story chugged along at a steady and even pace, holding my interest throughout, as the inhabitants of Pleasant Court's issues resolved neatly to their conclusions. This advance reader copy was provided by St. Martin's Press via NetGalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Easy read but I just thought it was ok. I did like how the story summed up all the characters at the end. I will check out other titles by this author.