The Other Child should come with a warning, something like: Only read if you want to be extremely irritated!
Tess had a nine-year-old son named Joe and was five months pregnant, and newly married to Greg, a man she barely knew. In the beginning the family moved to Boston from England for Greg's new jobs at a children's hospital and Harvard.
From the moment Tess arrived at the new house in Boston, she did nothing but whine. She hated the house and wasn't so sure she would like America. Greg was born and raised in America, so it was a homecoming for him after years of living in England. Tess was annoyed that he still thought of America as home.
Right away Tess starts suspecting Greg of keeping secrets and having a relationship with Helena, the attractive neighbor who is also a doctor like Greg.
Greg denied that he was keeping secrets, even though he refused to tell his wife much about his past, and kept four boxes in the basement sealed with tape to ensure that nobody went into them.
Greg had a God complex. He spent most of his days performing successful heart surgeries on children. In cases where he was not successful, he had no empathy for the parents and seemed to think they were little more than pests who should be glad he even worked on their child.
Tess and Greg were not presented as a loving couple, and he was cold and callous. I had the hardest time understanding how they could have met and instantly fallen in love and married. We are given some of the backstory, but even that didn't sound romantic.
Tess and Greg's unborn baby may as well have been a main character. I have never read anything quite like what took place in this book. Every two pages the reader is told in detail what the baby is doing inside Tess.
The baby kicked inside her, the baby danced inside her, and the baby stretched inside her. The baby buzzed like a fat hornet inside her, the baby kicked with both feet inside her, and the baby shifted inside her. The baby flipped inside her, the baby did a somersault inside her, and the baby relaxed inside her. The baby twisted inside her, the baby kicked with all its might inside her, and the baby was quiet inside her.
The above was a small example of what took place in this book. I got so sick of Tess and her stupid belly. She was either holding it, touching it, or trying to fit it into small spaces as the pregnancy went on.
Joe was 9, but acted like he was 2, and that is how Tess treated him. She read him bedtime stories and tucked him in at night and waited until he fell asleep before leaving the room. There is nothing wrong with being loving towards a child of any age, but Joe clearly had issues, and all Tess did was coddle him and ensure that he would have no motivation to act his age.
Tess was also stupid. The truth would literally be looking her straight in the eye, and she wouldn't see it. When she started investigating Greg, she would discover things and insist there had to be some reason for it, it couldn't actually be what it looked like. People would give her information and she would justify it away.
Tess simply didn't make any sense. She was so concerned about her pregnancy, but when she had a bleeding scare, instead of going to the hospital she dressed in sweats and crawled on the sofa to wait for Greg.
On another occasion her back was killing her, she was having what felt like mild contractions, and was sick to her stomach, but instead of going to her doctor, she decided to go grocery shopping. When she got back she decided the entire house needed a deep cleaning, and the laundry needed doing.
I can't imagine any woman who is 7 months pregnant and having anything that feels like contractions would suddenly start mopping, scrubbing, and trudging down to their moldy basement to do loads of laundry.
Tess made me wish that Greg would turn out to be a hatchet man and do away with her no more than two seconds after the baby was born.
In the end I felt like I had wasted my time reading the book. There was a flat epilogue and it was over. All that had gone on in the story amounted to nothing.