I just finished reading The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty.
In fact I devoured it in one day.
It has so much sadness at its core that it is hard to say that I loved this book. It feels wrong some how. But I did. I could not stop reading.
Moriarty may be an edgier, more provocative successor to Maeve Binchy. There is real darkness here, but it is offset by the author’s natural wit…and irrepressible goodwill toward her characters.Kirkus (Starred review)
I’ve loved every single one of Liane’s books. She is up there with Kate Atkinson and Alan Bradley in terms of authors whose books I just buy without needing to think about it. Perhaps Liane’s books are a bit chicklit in terms of their plots involving love and families, but her abilities as a writer put her so much above the usual chicklit standard. Her novels are so clever. So real.
Now I just have to wait for the next one. Dammit.