Give Liane Moriarty her due. Nobody can introduce a story quite like her. Immediate, smart, funny, upbeat, energetic. Throw in the characters one by one and soon the reader is on a fast boat to an exciting thrill.
Sophie Honeywell: terrifyingly thirty-nine years old, mortifyingly single; blessed with a disorder called ‘Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema’, or ‘severe facial blushing'.
Thomas Gordon: her ex-boyfriend; Their break-up was spectacularly bad; he is part of an eccentric family living on Scribbly Gum Island, where everyone hid a secret of their own.
It all started in 1882, when the great grandfather won the island in a cricket bet. For the first time since the game became popular, Australia beat the English on English turf. Nobody ever expected that to happen. Hence it became the family's property ever since. It would also become the place where two of the descendants, Connie and Rose Doughty, would cook up the mystery of the Munro Baby, in 1932, which for the next seventy three years would make them secretly independent, well-to-do women with good husbands. Well, sort of. Jimmy Thrum wrote the scoop which introduced the Munro Baby Mystery to the world; Callum Tidyman whistled Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 2 to baby Jake, Ron Gordon discovered the secret behind listening to his wife for the very first time. But despite it all, their involvement in the family did not guarantee them happiness as they thought it should be.
When Connie passes away, a surprising inheritance brings Sophie back to the island, against the wishes of Thomas's sister, who despised Sophie for what she did to Thomas the night he proposed, four years earlier.
As the drama unfolds, with Connie ruling from the grave; Grace suffering from postnatal depression; grandma Rose becoming slightly forgetful, especially when at the age of eighty eight years old she constantly forgets to keep a secret; Margie Gordon is losing more than two stones of weight while attending Weight Watchers meetings and spreading her wings at the age of fifty five; Veronika the blabbermouth goes through a relationship metamorphosis; and the men on the island become mere shadows of the female rulers, Sophie learns how to make her own fairy tale happen, the night of the last anniversary. Connie always maintained that love was not a feeling, it was a decision.
Once again a family entertain and capture the reader's attention the Moriarty style. Never a dull moment. And everybody is eccentric but good. And once again I feel like closing a book on a likable group of people I would rather be part of forever. I would love to enjoy their conversations while they dish up Thomas's marzipan tart; or Margie's almond cake; or Sophie's coffee and walnut liqueur cake, or the most famous of all, Connie's marble cake. For each of the cakes, a recipe was needed, but a different story was baked into it. The marble cake had the most important story to tell!
A relaxing, feel-good, wonderful read!