Seraphine, a twin to her much-loved brother Danny, wants to seek answers as to why their mother killed herself on the day they were born 25 years ago. Their older brother, Edwin, was too young to remember what happened on that devastating day. Seraphine wants answers, and no one is willing to give them to her. A young woman called Laura was Edwin’s au pair when he was a young child. But fled after the birth of the twins and the death of the children’s mother. Seraphine seeks her out in hopes of finally getting some answers.


If I was to describe this book in one sentence it would be this: A mixture of a secret diary belonging to a teenage girl and an exasperating abundance of soap opera drama that has gone on for far too many episodes.

I really wanted to like this book. It started off so well with a promising plot and it kick-started the events straight away. It is told with a present POV from Seraphine and with a past POV from Laura back in 1991-1992. From the off I was hooked and intrigued. BUT! The more chapters I read, the more it got confusing. There were far, FAR too many characters! I was always so baffled with everyone being intertwined with each others past. I couldn’t keep up anymore and it started to annoy me. By the end of the book, placing certain people’s connections and who they were or how they were connected was far more difficult than guessing the secrets and the lies.
After a few chapters I couldn’t quite place how the story read and then it hit me. The book read like far too many eye-rolling episodes of Corrie. In certain parts of the book it was like: "such-a-body told such-a-body and they heard it from such-a-body who told such-a-body. And now I’m worried I’ve said too much and I’m going to turn my back and walk off, whilst also telling you to stay the hell away!”. GAHHHHH! (FYI: I hate soap operas lolz). I also didn’t feel connected, or liked, any of the monotonous characters that saturated the pages, either. And in all honesty, I only read on to find out the secrets and the truths.