I cannot remember the last time I walked unsuspectedly into a forest of words and got my feet ripped out from under me without a warning of any kind.
I started out expecting a gripping family drama, which it was for sure, with a little bit of secrets, a few shady and shiny characters, and a mesmerizing plot: the usual cocktail of tragedy, love and hope.
Meeting the characters brought the normal feeling of expectancy for a new adventure and it took a while to decide if it was going to be worth the time and trouble to learn more about Lily, Jen, Marianne, Daniel, James Moon, Margaret, Stanley, Richard and Amanda - the branches of a family tree that produced only one young green shoot, Marianne, who was only twelve years old by the time the late Lily bequeathed her beautiful old house to Jen. It was such an act of normalcy to do that...
I had the usual sense of normal people with abnormal circumstances to look forward to.
What else could be expected of a book that started out slowly, snailing quietly to a dramatic crescendo, for both the characters and the reader, with Jen taking control of her journey through heart and mind. She did not only travel hours and hours by train with her daughter to her much welcomed new property by the ocean in Cornwall, but as the miles piled up, so did the memories and perspective on a life that took a long time to spell itself out in words Jen did not want to be confronted with by anyone, including herself.
However, twelve-year-old Marianne, wise above her years, was waiting for the right moment to reveal what she knew about her mom, Jen, and dad, Daniel. And that's where my euphoric bubble collapsed into thin air. Somewhere around the middle of the book my emotional trance was broken. An unforeseen darkness collapsed onto this metaphoric forest.
Lily knew what she was doing when she left clues for Jen to even more secrets to this family tree that was slowly shedding it leaves and branches to leave only one hopeful shoot behind. Young as she was, Marianne was at a point where the battle between optimism and pessimism was at its raw peak, waiting for Jen to make a choice for all of them.
Marianne was like the young determined branch of this particular tree that broke through the smothering vines of a creeper sucking the very life out of the tree as the poison of manipulation, narcissism, and dependency leeched their way to its life-giving core.
Lily was there to push Jen into the direction she had to go. For Marianne's sake there was no compromise to be made between past and future. There was only NOW ...
It would take a fresh eye, to bring about a triumph over tragedy, or perhaps tragedy over triumph. After many years of absence, Jen came back to discover, reconsider and reroute with Lily's ever-omnipresence even in her after life.
Lily had her ways of dealing with the vines, and the forest, and the magic of seeking natural solutions to life's natural, raw truths. Trees, including family trees, did not only have natural enemies to face, they also provided their own solutions to the dangers facing them. Lily knew the secrets. She kept her own council from a distance. She saw what the members of Jen's family did not reveal. She found her own solutions and she had the final say, even after her own death. It was all there for Jen to discover.
Daniel accused Lily of being a witch. Daniel did not like her. Daniel did not trust her. But Jen did... even after Lily's passing.
This book might end up in many people's forgotten TBR mountains, which will be a monumental tragedy if it remains there unread. The brilliance of the plot, character development, suspense, continuing drama, and the unexpected deeper dimensions added without warning through stirring prose, result in a quiet masterpiece on all levels defining excellence. It's emotionally disturbing, even shocking.
Lily's House is one of those quiet sinister psycho-thrillers which slowly creeps up on the reader, leaving a breathlessness and dumbfounded speechlessness behind. The ending left me hoping it was not true!
I deliberately did not provide any clues on the storyline, plot or characters, other than the necessary. The purpose of my brutalness was to try and recreate the almost touchable atmosphere, the melancholic ambiance of an innocent looking, intense and relentless, dark mystery affecting the reader in unexpected ways. Lily's House was undoubtedly a major surprise and a most gratifying experience.
The author's youth was a revelation in itself. Such wisdom and insight into the dark inner world of human behaviour was not expected. She reminds me a lot about Anthony Marra, who surprised the world with his insight and experience at such a young age.
The future for Cassandra Parkin as an author of literary suspense thrillers looks bright and brilliant.
HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!
Thanks to Cassandra Parkin, Netgalley and the publishers for the opportunity to review this book. What a delight!