Fiction

The Art of Hiding

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About the Book

Nina McCarrick lives the perfect life, until her husband, Finn, is killed in a car accident and everything Nina thought she could rely on unravels.

Alone, bereft and faced with a mountain of debt, Nina quickly loses her life of luxury and she begins to question whether she ever really knew the man she married. Forced to move out of her family home, Nina returns to the rundown Southampton council estate—and the sister—she thought she had left far behind.

But Nina can’t let herself be overwhelmed—her boys need her. To save them, and herself, she will have to do what her husband discouraged for so long: pursue a career of her own. Torn between the life she thought she knew and the reality she now faces, Nina finally must learn what it means to take control of her life

What I thought

I wouldn’t describe the story as slow because I always wanted to keep reading but it was more a story of emotion and feelings rather than action and was set over a fairly short time span of six months or so.

Nina, her husband Finn a property developer and their two boys live a privileged life. The two children attend a private school, they live in a large property complete with swimming pool and Nina is a stay at home mum, looking after the home, her boys and being there for her hard working husband. That is until Finn is killed in a car crash and suddenly not only is the family grief stricken but soon find that not everything is quite as rosy as the veneer her husband had painted.

The book didn’t quite turn out as I’d expected it to. When I read the synopsis I thought it would have been a story similar to the film I, Daniel Blake describing the reality of life on benefits and living in poverty in 21st century Britain. Yet despite the fact that Nina finds herself homeless and penniless, she never once even contemplates looking to social welfare for help which I did think a bit odd.

I also didn’t think the circumstances surrounding her husband’s death rang true either. The police said he lost control of his car, probably driving too fast, there was no one else involved in the accident. That was all that was mentioned in the book but surely there would have been an inquest to establish exactly what had happened, especially in light of the revelations that came following his death.

Despite these odd omissions from what perhaps would have happened in real life, it was nevertheless a very moving story. Grief, betrayal, fear, persistence and tenacity oozed from the pages. When Nina finally secured a job and she jumped up and down hugging her sister, it made me want to reach out and join in their happy dance, such was the emotion written into the story.

The only thing I didn’t like and this is something personal to me but whenever Nina’s sister was in the story, the character Gina Seddon from Coronation Street (Sally’s sister) immediately sprang to mind. They were similar characters I thought, and the relationship between Nina and her sister up to her husband dying had become distant, again similar to Sally and Gina.  Since I’m not too keen on the character in Coronation Street it kind of biased my view of Nina’s sister too.

This was the kind of story that made you sit up and think. Above all else it made me think about not taking life for granted, to take each day as it comes and that you should appreciate what little you have as there’s always someone worse off than you. Most of all there isn’t anything you can’t overcome with the right attitude.

Like most of Amanda Prowse’s books there is no happily ever after to the story but more a satisfactory conclusion that makes you go ‘aaahh’ and leaves you to imagine and hope that life turns out well for all the characters.

♥ Happy Reading ♥


You can buy the kindle edition on Amazon for 99p at the moment

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