RAINY DAY EXCERPTS: “THE PERFECT MOTHER”

Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, First Chapter/Intros, originally hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea and now hosted by I’d Rather Be at the Beach; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by The Purple Booker.

Today’s feature is a recent download:  The Perfect Mother, by Aimee Molloy, is an addictive psychological thriller about a group of women whose lives become unexpectedly connected when one of their newborns goes missing.

 

Intro: (Prologue, Mother’s Day)

May 14

Joshua.

I wake, feverish.  The skylight above me pulses with rain, and I spider my fingers across the sheets, remembering I’m alone.  I close my eyes and find my way back to sleep, until I’m woken again, engulfed by a deep, sudden pain.  I’ve been waking with a sick feeling every morning since he left, but I know right away this is different.

Something’s wrong.

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Teaser:  I need to get ahold of myself.  The best thing I can do right now is figure out where we’re going next, and hurry up and leave.  We obviously can’t stay here any longer.

Not with what I’ve just done. (52%).

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Synopsis:  A night out. A few hours of fun. That’s all it was meant to be.

They call themselves the May Mothers—a group of new moms whose babies were born in the same month. Twice a week, they get together in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park for some much-needed adult time.

When the women go out for drinks at the hip neighborhood bar, they want a fun break from their daily routine. But on this hot Fourth of July night, something goes terrifyingly wrong: one of the babies is taken from his crib. Winnie, a single mom, was reluctant to leave six-week-old Midas with a babysitter, but her fellow May Mothers insisted everything would be fine. Now he is missing. What follows is a heart-pounding race to find Midas, during which secrets are exposed, marriages are tested, and friendships are destroyed. 

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What do you think?  Would you keep reading?

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