Reviews


Horrifying and beautiful in equal measure, the characters truly lifelike in their all too human complexities. Brilliantly written and emotionally compulsive. I loved it 

(Harriet Tyce, author of Blood Orange)

I rattled through Call Me Mummy, biting my nails the entire time. Tense and gripping, these characters will stay with me for a long time 

(Alice Clark-Platts author of The Flower Girls)


An astonishing debut. Beautifully written, but also raw and uncompromising, this is a gut-punch of a novel 

(David Jackson, author of The Resident)

A peerlessly original thriller, pushing at the sore edges of motherhood and childlessness. I read it with my free hand over my mouth and my heart in knots. Spectacular 

(Kate Simants, author of Lock Me In)

Psychologically twisty and utterly gripping - a novel to make you question the way things appear at first sight 

(Lisa Hall, author of The Perfect Couple)

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