Netgalley

200 Book Reviews Frequently Auto-Approved 2016 NetGalley Challenge 80% 2015 Challenge Participant Reviews Published Professional Reader

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Truths I never Told You

Welcome to my blog tour for Truths I never told you



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kelly Rimmer is the worldwide and USA TODAY bestselling author of Before I Let You Go, Me
Without You, and The Secret Daughter. She lives in rural Australia with her husband, two
children and fantastically naughty dogs, Sully and Basil. Her novels have been translated into
more than twenty languages. Please visit her at www.Kelly.Rimmer.com
SOCIAL LINKS:
Facebook: @Kellymrimmer
Twitter: @KelRimmerWrites
Instagram: @kelrimmerwrites
BUY LINKS:
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Truths-I-Never-ToldYou/dp/152580460X/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?_encod ing=UTF8&qid=1573152440&sr=8-1
IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781525804601
Barnes & Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/truths-i-never-told-you-kelly-rimmer/1132362557?ean=9781 525804601
Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/truths-i-never-told-you/id1460246211
BooksAMillion:https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Truths-Never-Told/KellyRimmer/9781525804601?id=7731552 460675
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=x1-TDwAAQBAJ



Truths I Never Told You : A Novel
Kelly Rimmer
On Sale Date: April 14, 2020
Imprint: Graydon House
9781525804601, 152580460X
Trade Paperback
$16.99 USD, $22.99 CAD
Fiction / Historical
352 pages
ABOUT THE BOOK:
After finding disturbing journal pages that suggest her late mother didn't die in a car accident as
her father had always maintained, Beth Walsh begins a search for answers to the question --
what really happened to their mother? With the power and relevance of Jodi Picoult and Lisa
Jewell, Rimmer pens a provocative novel told by two women a generation apart, the struggles
they unwittingly shared, and a family mystery that may unravel everything they believed to be
true.
With her father recently moved to a care facility because of worsening signs of dementia, Beth
Walsh volunteers to clear out the family home to prepare it for sale. Why shouldn’t she be the
one, after all? Her three siblings are all busy with their families and successful careers, and Beth
is on maternity leave after giving birth to Noah, their miracle baby. It took her and her husband
Hunter years to get pregnant, but now that they have Noah, Beth can only feel panic. And
leaving Noah with her in-laws while she pokes about in their father’s house gives her a perfect
excuse not to have to deal with motherhood.
Beth is surprised to discover the door to their old attic playroom padlocked, and even more
shocked to see what’s behind it – a hoarder’s mess of her father’s paintings, mounds of
discarded papers, and miscellaneous junk. Her father was the most fastidious,
everything-in-its-place man, and this chaos makes no sense. As she picks through the clutter,
she finds a handwritten note attached to one of the paintings, in what appears to be in her late
mother’s handwriting. Beth and her siblings grew up believing Grace Walsh died in a car
accident when they were little more than toddlers, but this note suggests something much
darker may be true. A frantic search uncovers more notes, seemingly a series of loose journal
entries that paint a very disturbing portrait of a woman in profound distress, and of a husband
that bears very little resemblance to the father Beth and her siblings know.
A fast-paced, harrowing look at the fault in memories and the lies that can bond families
together - or tear them apart.

PROLOGUE

Grace
September 14, 1957

I am alone in a crowded family these days, and that’s the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. Until these
past few years, I had no idea that loneliness is worse than sadness. I’ve come to realize that’s because
loneliness, by its very definition, cannot be shared.
Tonight there are four other souls in this house, but I am unreachably far from any of them, even
as I’m far too close to guarantee their safety. Patrick said he’d be home by nine tonight, and I clung on to
that promise all day.
He’ll be home at nine, I tell myself. You won’t do anything crazy if Patrick is here, so just hold on
until nine.
I should have known better than to rely on that man by now. It’s 11:55 p.m., and I have no idea
where he is.
Beth will be wanting a feed soon and I’m just so tired, I’m already bracing myself—as if the
sound of her cry will be the thing that undoes me, instead of something I should be used to after four
children. I feel the fear of that cry in my very bones—a kind of whole-body tension I can’t quite make
sense of. When was the last time I had more than a few hours’ sleep? Twenty-four hours a day I am
fixated on the terror that I will snap and hurt someone: Tim, Ruth, Jeremy, Beth…or myself. I am a threat
to my children’s safety, but at the same time, their only protection from that very same threat.
I have learned a hard lesson these past few years; the more difficult life is, the louder your
feelings become. On an ordinary day, I trust facts more than feelings, but when the world feels like it’s
ending, it’s hard to distinguish where my thoughts are even coming from. Is this fear grounded in reality,
or is my mind playing tricks on me again? There’s no way for me to be sure. Even the line between
imagination and reality has worn down and it’s now too thin to delineate.
Sometimes I think I will walk away before something bad happens, as if removing myself from
the equation would keep them all safe. But then Tim will skin his knee and come running to me, as if a
simple hug could take all the world’s pain away. Or Jeremy will plant one of those sloppy kisses on my
cheek, and I am reminded that for better or worse, I am his world. Ruth will slip my handbag over her
shoulder as she follows me around the house, trying to walk in my footsteps, because to her, I seem like
someone worth imitating. Or Beth will look up at me with that gummy grin when I try to feed her, and
my heart contracts with a love that really does know no bounds.
Those moments remind me that everything changes, and that this cloud has come and gone
twice now, so if I just hang on, it will pass again. I don’t feel hope yet, but I should know hope, because
I’ve walked this path before and even when the mountains and valleys seemed insurmountable, I
survived them.

I’m constantly trying to talk myself around to calm, and sometimes, for brief and beautiful
moments, I do. But the hard, cold truth is that every time the night comes, it seems blacker than it did
before.
Tonight I’m teetering on the edge of something horrific.
Tonight the sound of my baby’s cry might just be the thing that breaks me altogether.
I’m scared of so many things these days, but most of all now, I fear myself.

My thoughts
Rating:4
Would I recommend it? Yes

Will I read anything else by this author? maybe

Now on to what I thought of the book.

Truths I Never Told You is the first book by a new and up an coming author Kelly Rimmer, and it tells the story of a family finding out abut secrets that their father has kept from them out their entire lives , it also deals with the father having dementia and how the family handles that as well as their own day to day lives. As for the story itself its well written and the plot has twists and turns that make it a powerful tale that is very compelling , as well as relatable and emotionally charged, ( side note : this could be seen to some as a trigger warning ) and the story just flows together. With that said I want to thank Harlequin -Graydon House Books as well as NetGalley for inviting me to read and review.

No comments:

Post a Comment