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The Last Thing She Told Me by Linda Green

Synopsis.

Even the deepest-buried secrets can find their way to the surface…

Moments before she dies, Nicola’s grandmother Betty whispers to her that there are babies at the bottom of the garden.

Nicola’s mother claims she was talking nonsense. However, when Nicola’s daughter finds a bone while playing in Betty’s garden, it’s clear that something sinister has taken place.

But will unearthing painful family secrets end up tearing Nicola’s family apart?

I was sent an ARC by netgalley in exchange for a honest review.

This starts with Nicolas dying Grandmother asking her to look after the babies at the bottom of her garden. At first she dismisses it as a dying woman’s rambling until her daughter finds a small bone. The  secrets that have long stayed buried are now being dragged to the surface as Nicola finds 2 sets of baby bones at the bottom of the garden. 

 The story is told in the present day with intercepts of letters from the past and memories from another childhood.Nicola is warned time and again about trying to uncover what happened to the babies. her mother especially is against her discovering what happened, even though she claims to know nothing about it you get a sense early on that she knows more than she admits. 

 As Nicola discovers more and more about her family and she finds family members she didn’t even know existed she discovers that there was more than one persons secrets buried.

There isn’t a twist in this book exactly about halfway through you realise what happened. The tragedies that seemed to go  on within 3 generations of this family are heartbreaking. The topic of sexual abuse is brought up quite heavily and one of the main themes is the old fashioned notion of don’t talk about it and its always the females fault.

 The characters go through quite a bit of self discovery in this book with each of them accepting and talking about the things that happened to them. Realising that they were not at fault for anything that happened in their pasts.

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