When Emma falls seriously ill, her husband Leo begins to research her life for her obituary. The more he digs into his wife's past, the more he realizes everything she told him about herself is a lie, including her name. Now Emma must convince Leo that he really does know her, but first she must tell him about the other love of her life.

Despite all the buzz around Rosie Walsh's latest novel, I was disappointed with The Love of My Life. Don't get me wrong. Emma's story is extremely poignant and memorable. However, the first half of the novel constantly hinted at the "big secret," which was more of an annoyance than a hook. Although this slow-burn domestic drama picked up in the middle, the ending slowed back down, making the pacing seem all off.