Under the scorching French sun, a tense homecoming unearths a long-buried family secret in this deliciously propulsive beach read of a mother’s greatest fear brought to life.
Elodie was beautiful. Elodie was smart. Elodie was manipulative. Elodie is dead.
When Sylvie Durand receives a letter calling her back to her crumbling family home in the South of France, she knows she has to go. In the middle of a sweltering 1990’s summer marked by unusual fires across the countryside, she returns to La Reverie with her youngest daughter Emma in tow, ignoring the deep sense of dread she feels for this place she’s long tried to forget.
As memories of the events that shattered their family a decade earlier threaten to come to the surface, Sylvie struggles to shield Emma from the truth of what really happened all those years ago. In every corner of the house, Sylvie can’t escape the specter of Elodie, her first child. Elodie, born amid the ’68 Paris riots with one blue eye and one brown, and mysteriously dead by fourteen. Elodie, who reminded the small village of one those Manson girls. Elodie who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. As the fires creep towards the villa, it’s clear to Sylvie that something isn’t quite right at La Reverie . . . And there is a much greater threat closer to home.
The Heatwave is a family drama set in the South Of France.
Sylvie has returned to La Reverie with her daughter, Emma. Being back here brings back all the memories of her first daughter, Elodie.
Elodie had not been an easy child to day the least and there is an ambiguity to how she died. Sylvie is still haunted by events of that time.
This is a story of grief and guilt, with a sultry, claustrophobic feel that really adds to the tension. A thoroughly engrossing read.
Thank you to Ella at Penguin Random House for the opportunity to be part of this blog tour, for the promotional material and an ARC of The Heatwave. This is my honest and unbiased review.