Arranging the playdate was easy. Child’s play. Preparing the house was more difficult. It was only now she realised how many photographs there were: the picture-perfect unit. Wife, husband, child. All of it a lie.
I made a new friend at playgroup today. She’s different from the other mothers. She feels like someone I can trust. Someone I can confide in.
But there are some things I can’t tell her. Things I can’t tell anyone.
Because I have a secret that no one else knows. One that still haunts my dreams, wakes me up in cold sweat at night.
Even another mother would never understand. Unless, of course, she’s hiding something too…
***Thanks to NetGalley and Bookouture for an eARC of this book. The following review is my honest reflection on the text provided.
solid, good read:
An excellent psychological thriller, Victoria Jenkins has mastered the misdirect in The Playdate. Instead of just one character with a secret, they all seem to be drowning in them. I made it through half the book before realising I had been taken in by all of the lies; I thought I knew exactly where this story was heading but could not have been more wrong. Every time I thought I had a handle on what would happen next, I was proven wrong. By the end, I had no idea what to expect.
I’m keeping this review spoiler-free because I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys psychological thrillers, and I don’t want to ruin the experience. The only reason I’ve given The Playdate four stars instead of five is because too many other secrets may have shrouded the final reveal – it did seem to come a bit out of left field. I think it would have been almost impossible to predict what would happen with the information provided throughout the story.