Book Review:  The House of Pearls by Ali Mercer  @alimercerwriter @bookouture 

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A photograph of three young sisters. A forgotten pearl necklace that sends her tumbling through time…

Present day: single mother Elsa Dean is shocked when she inherits a sprawling three-storey house from her estranged uncle. Elsa hasn’t seen the golden stone façade in over a decade. Then an antique pearl necklace and a black and white photograph hidden behind a secret door in the attic sweep her back into the past. Elsa sees her aunts, the three Merriwell sisters, each make their own terrible choice that will change their family forever…1959: When sixteen-year-old Edie Merriwell finds herself pregnant just as her beloved mother dies suddenly, she has no one to turn to. All she has left is her mother’s last gift: a tiny seed pearl on a delicate silver chain. She never takes it off. Her sisters could never understand. And her father is courting a new wife suspiciously quickly. Within a year, gossip about the Merriwell family will reach fever pitch, and none of the sisters will ever live in the beautiful house again.

History repeats itself at this house of pearls and lies. What really happened to Edie and her baby? Elsa has been keeping her own secrets too. Will she be brave enough to confront her tangled history and lay the ghosts of the house to rest for good?

An utterly gripping and heartbreaking tale of betrayal and a family secret that echoes down the generations. Perfect for fans of Louise Douglas, Eve Chase and Rachel Burton.

My Rating:

Favorite Quotes:

 

I pulled out an envelope. A4, brown, unremarkable, unlabelled. Unsealed. Inside, there was something that felt like stiff paper. Out it came, for the first time in what must have been a long time, with a soft sound like the breathing of someone who has been deeply asleep, and is beginning to wake up.

‘What happened with Kitty doesn’t mean a thing. She was just there, that’s all.’ ‘What, as if by magic? She just appeared in your bed, like Aladdin’s genie?”

That face, more familiar to her than her own, was lifeless and perfectly still, and somehow smoother and younger than Edie had ever seen it. As if death was a kind of magic that had taken their mother right back into the past before leading her away.

He wore his clothes with a comfortable lack of self-consciousness that suggested he’d be just as much at ease wandering round naked.

All my life, I’d been caught between how things were and how other people wanted them to be.

The thing about marriage is, you become a convenient excuse for the other person. Anything they’re discontented about, they can blame on you, all the more so if they feel like they didn’t have much of a choice about getting hitched in the first place.

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My Review:

 

Ali Mercer has exceptional and compelling word voodoo. Her descriptions and perceptive observations fully immersed me in her complex characters’ realm, as if I were inhabiting their spaces alongside them. The storylines were well-paced, cunningly crafted, multifaceted, and held my rapt attention throughout as I never knew in what direction they might take.

 

 

About the Author

Ali lives in Oxfordshire with her husband and their two children. She decided she wanted to be a writer pretty much as soon as she learned the word, and attempted her first novel in primary school. Ali studied English at University College, Oxford in the early 90s, then worked in educational publishing before doing a diploma in journalism at Cardiff University. She moved to London to work as a journalist and landed a job as a reporter at The Stage.
Ali began writing fiction in earnest after starting a family and moving to Abingdon. She also works part-time in local publishing. Her son is autistic and was diagnosed in 2011. The following year, her novel Stop the Clock was published by Transworld, followed by After I Left You in 2014.

 

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