The Wrong Sister by Claire Douglas

4 Stars from me

Having enjoyed a Claire Douglas psychological thriller before, I knew I was in for a twisty read with The Wrong Sister.

This is definitely a book to devour over a weekend, as it is packed full of clues, mystery, red herrings and differing POVs that lend themselves well to this being read in one or two sittings.

I enjoyed the hugely different lives the two sisters had carved out for themselves following the sadness in their childhood and the ‘life swap’ was an interesting premise with the mixed feelings of gratitude, appreciation, jealousy and a whiff of showing off.

There’s a lovely build up of anticipation and suspense as Alice and Aaron relax in rare and indulgent luxury swanning around Venice like they belong there – meanwhile in their ordinary home Tasha and Kyle are effectively slumming it while they babysit the twins – and things start to go wrong in both settings.

The tension builds and builds from this point onwards and there are plot twists and far out theories to be uncovered. This is a fab little psychological thriller. My thanks to the author, Netgalley and Penguin Random House for an ARC in return for an honest review.

Blurb: You’ve known her all your life… Or have you? Tasha and her older sister Alice might look alike, but they couldn’t be more different.

Tasha’s married with two children and still living in her home town near Bristol. While Alice is a high-flying scientist travelling the world with her equally successful husband.

But each would trust the other with their life. So when Tasha and husband Aaron want a break and Alice offers to stay in their home with the kids, Tasha knows they’re in safe hands. But she couldn’t be more wrong.

The call from home is unexpected: Alice and her husband Kyle have been attacked. Alice is in intensive care. Kyle is dead.
Rushing to Alice’s bedside, Tasha finds the police trying to piece events together. She can’t think why anyone would attack her sister.

Then the note arrives, addressed to Tasha: It was supposed to be you . . .