Summary from Goodreads
She's gone and it's your fault. You were supposed to be watching your best friend's 13-year-old daughter, and now she's missing.
But
you know she's not just missing - she's been taken. Because Lucinda is
the second girl to be abducted within a fortnight. And the first was
found on a busy high street, naked and severely traumatised. No one expects the next to be so lucky.
You're going to have to figure this out - who did it. Because if you don't, then Lucinda will be next. And you'll never forgive yourself.
Hardcover, 320 pages
Published
April 25th 2013
by Bantam Press
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Excerpt
Kate doesn’t have a proper job. She and her husband get a steady
stream of income from renting holiday cottages. So all Kate has to do
when she gets home is put her washing machine on, and write thank-you
notes to people she doesn’t really like.
I’m jealous of Kate’s life.
There, I’ve said it.
It’s
taken me a while to get to this point. Before, and I couldn’t admit it.
I used to complain to Joe. Blame him in a round about way for my having
to work full-time, blame him for the fact I had to face every day
exhausted, and—
My phone is ringing.
I pull it out my
pocket and see that it’s Sally. Perhaps the minibus has not turned up.
Maybe the driver’s not been able to start the engine in the cold
weather.
“Hi, Sal, what’s up?”
Sally is crying. Big, choking sobs. She can’t get her words out.
“Mum?” I can hear noise in the background, more crying … the sounds of traffic. “Mum …. something really bad has happened.”
My Review
Wow - this is a brilliant debut! I opened it and was instantly
intrigued, it only took a couple of pages and I was completely sucked in
and loving every chilling second.
Paula Daly has woven this tale
in such a brutally honest way that it makes for one seriously believable read. I
was shocked, horrified, numb but I simply found it impossible to look
away.
The characters are so good, I related to Lisa in more ways
than one and I found myself comparing certain aspects of out lives. It's
fair to say that I really got Lisa and I managed to click with her in a
way I have never clicked with characters in the past.
I was
annalysing all of the characters a lot and was always wondering and
questioning the things going on in their lives. I really like a book
that can keep you constantly on the edge and Just What Kind of Mother
Are You definitely does that.
The storyline is every mothers
worst nightmare and I was truly terrified throughout. A missing girl -
the second in the area and if that wasn't bad enough it's your
best-friends child that you were supposed to be minding at the time.
This story follows the complex search for the girl and the skeletons
that fall out of everyone's closets in the process.
The ending is
whopping success and I honestly wasn't expecting it at all - I was so
excited reading it. Everything wrapped up so wonderfully that I really
couldn't believe how easy things worked out.
Paula Daly's
physiological thriller is an epic page turner that will blow your mind
in so many earth-shattering ways. I actually think it is the perfect
book that is a definite must read that I can't recommend enough. Go on
pick it up - you'll be hooked!
5/5 Stars!
*Special thanks to Bantam for the review copy*
Carly :)
About the Author
Paula Daly was born in
Lancashire. Before beginning her first novel JUST WHAT KIND OF MOTHER
ARE YOU? she was a self-employed physiotherapist. She lives in the Lake
District with her husband, three children and whippet Skippy, and is
currently at work on her second book THE DAY BEFORE YOU CAME.
Paula's Guest Post on Inspiration
This book came about after watching an episode of The Oprah Winfrey
Show. One of Oprah’s recurring themes is getting the right balance in
life, and after treating countless, exhausted, working-mothers in my
physiotherapy practice, it was at the forefront of my mind as well.
The
programme showed school administrator, Brenda Slaby. It’s 6 a.m. and
Brenda’s driving her two young children to separate childminders, then
continuing on to work. It’s the first day back after the long summer
break and a particularly busy time lies ahead. Eight hours later and a
co-worker rushes into Brenda’s office, to break the news that her baby
is still inside the car. Brenda’s had so much on her mind that she has
forgotten to drop her youngest child off, and little Cecilia dies of
heatstroke in the hot August sun.
I was heartbroken by this
woman’s story. At the time Brenda described herself as ‘the most hated
mother in America’; she received death threats, and outraged mothers
wanted her tried for murder.
As I watched all I could think was: that could have been me.
I,
too, had once been so overwhelmed with balancing children and full-time
work that I could have missed the one thing no person wants to miss.
This
preyed on my mind and I was certain I wanted to write about it - I just
didn’t know how. I write thrillers. I knew I couldn’t possibly do
Brenda’s story justice. As time went on, though, I couldn’t stop
thinking about how women push themselves nowadays. How they push
themselves to be perfect mothers, perfect employees, often at the
expense of their health, and their relationship with their spouse,
frequently putting other women down for not operating at such a high
level.
A few weeks later, I was in the supermarket car park and
bumped into a woman I’d not seen for a while. As I walked away from her,
I was left feeling slightly crappy about my life - she’s one of those
women who’ll subtly put you down, put your children down, too, given
half the chance. I sat in my car thinking, who is friends with that
woman? She must have some friends. But for the life of me I couldn’t
fathom why anyone would want to put up with her.
Suddenly it
struck me: What if you were to lose her child? What if you were so
overwhelmed with work and life that you took your eye off the ball, and
it was her child who went missing?
This terrified me.
Possibly
the only thing worse than your own child going missing would be to be
responsible for the disappearance of a friend’s.
I began writing immediately, fuelled by this fear. Just What Kind of Mother Are You? is the result.