HAVING read Harriet Evans before, I had high hopes and wasn’t disappointed.

Kate is living in New York and running from her past. Something made her flee London three years ago, and the novel takes you back to find out what it was.

After a slow start, the story pulls you in, leaving you wanting to know what happened to Kate to make her the woman she is when we first meet her. It is obvious she has been hurt, and hints scattered throughout compel you to read on.

Flashbacks to her time in London start as light nostalgia, such as early days at university, starting a new job, or the first weeks of a new romance; before long, you race to the end to find out what went so horribly wrong.

The mystery of what happened in the past hooks you into liking Kate more than she likes herself. I was longing to know the outcome of this emotional, heart-tugging, romantic, funny, believable, compulsive must-read.