This post was supposed to be published last week. I sincerely apologize to Bookouture and Patricia Gibney for not being able to fix the WP issue that cancelled my scheduled post. This review is my unbiased thank you to Bookouture and the author for providing me with a copy of the book and a space on the tour.
Title: The Lost Child
Author: Patricia Gibney
Date of publication: October 27th 2017
Number of pages: 483
They placed me in here and threw away the key. I look down at the gown they’ve put on me. I want my own clothes. I don’t know how long I’ve been here.
An elderly woman is found murdered in her own home, and Detective Lottie Parker and her partner Detective Boyd are called in to investigate. When they discover that the victim’s daughter is missing as well, they start to fear for the safety of the whole family…
Two days later as a nearby house is set on fire and with the body count rising, Lottie and her team begin to unpick a web of secrets and lies, as the murders seem to link back to a case investigated by Lottie’s father before he took his own life.
With little knowledge of what really happened to her father, Lottie knows this is a case that could give her some answers. But how much does she want to know? And how far is Lottie prepared to dig to uncover the truth?
Do you remember that show where a girl gets it by a toilet falling from the sky? This is how I felt after reading The Lost Child. I was the girl crushed by that weird flying object.
Somehow, I have been prone to starting series in the wrong order, so I read the second book in the Lottie Parker story and got hooked by the perfect imperfection created by the author. I rushed to read the first installment (you can find the review here) and now here I am, about to talk about this third… How to call it? You know when you play squash and you’re getting one hit after the other until the ball smashes you in the head? That’s how I feel while reading The Lost Child!
This town was a town of secrets. Open secrets. People knew everything and said nothing.
It was a pleasure to head back to Ragmullin and its awful weather! I’ll admit the reasons why are not all happy and joyful, that’s not what we look for in crime fiction, but there is something oddly appealing in that town, and I am not talking about Boyd! Seemingly calm, this place is like any other and Patricia Gibney makes it so normal it could be your town! What a scary thought for the wuss I am!
She could live with the memories but not with the ghost.
Remember my remark about imperfection? That’s Lottie’s second name and the reason why I root for her. Lottie escapes the cop cliché, despite the bottle and the complicated life, because there is something more, something different, something human and fragile about her. Before the cop, I see the woman, the widow, and I talk to her as if I were a friend who could help, although the pages never answer me, even when I shake the Kindle in disbelief!!!
This third book is a milestone. Hard and cold. I suggest you start with the first books before getting here, because you’d miss out on so much otherwise! Lottie’s private life plays a big part in everything she does, and her job, although taking most of her hours, is tainted by the ghost and issues her home hides. My heart ached for her loss, even years after, and Adam’s presence keeping Lottie from moving on. Or rather she’s the one refusing to move on, and this is a subject I am particularly fond of, as saying goodbye is not a science, and can change a person forever. The happy Lottie we never got to know died with her husband, and she hasn’t found a way to cope ever since… The author beautifully explores the subject of going on with your life, riddled with guilt, struggling with memories. Everything we have read so far have led to the situation Lottie finds herself in during The Lost Child. I was wondering how much more this woman could handle before asking for help, before letting her guard down…Then the author decided to plant another bomb in her main character’s life and I never saw it coming…
We all get hurt. But we are the grown-ups. We can handle it.
Rain, a call, a new investigation. Nothing new? Hahaha, you are so wrong! This book is a tailspin but instead of watching the character go down, you are going down yourself! It’s like falling into a rabbit hole, being slapped with questions along the way, losing yourself in a inquiry that doesn’t make any sense. I was a little lost. Okay, completely lost at times, just like Lottie and her team. The more you read, the more questions are raised, and the closer to home we get. So close you reach a point of no return, and you create wrinkles because your eyebrows are doing weird things while you are digesting the information. Don’t count the bodies, you won’t have enough fingers for it. Heads drop and mud is stirred, for better or for worse, to reveal some of the biggest twists and turns I’ve read!
The investigation is both personal and professional, Patricia Gibney uses work to push her characters, and their lives to alter the course of their inquiry, mixing both to get you hooked and begging for more. I could pinpoint moments when I shook my head, swore, “tutut” at what was happening, and this is the key. Life’s mess and imperfection. The life of the woman next door. Very unlucky woman next door in my opinion!!!
The Lost Child is gripping, heart-stopping, and frantically insane in the best way possible!
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Patricia yearned to be a writer after reading Enid Blyton and Carolyn Keene and even wanted to be Nancy Drew when grew up. She has now grown up (she thinks) but the closest she’s come to Nancy Drew is writing crime!
In 2009, after her husband died, she retired from her job and started writing seriously. Fascinated by people and their quirky characteristics, she always carries a notebook to scribble down observations.
Patricia also loves to paint in watercolour and live in the Irish midlands with her children.