The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine
Daphne Parrish seems to have it all, like a woman in a fancy magazine spread that one could envy and admire at the same time. Her adoring husband, beautiful home, wealth, status, the charity in honor of her deceased sister, and her darling young daughters help project her accomplished and successful lifestyle. Amber, on the other hand, works as an assistant at a real estate company, lives paycheck to paycheck, and has no friends or excitement in her life. She meets Daphne at the gym, “accidentally on purpose,” and infiltrates her life, her family, and her marriage. Soon enough, Amber is having an affair with Daphne’s husband Jackson, gloating over the attention and gifts he showers upon her.
With a black book cover and the description of psychological thriller, readers must know all is not as it seems. The twists of this novel are good–a little predictable but satisfyingly so–and then a surprise. Liv Constantine is the pseudonym for two sisters, Valerie and Lynne, who wrote this book together with a significant amount of Face Time and email, assigning each other scenes from the master plan they developed to start. They might write separately but they publish with one voice. I couldn’t pick up on two authors at all.
I will offer that I enjoy the occasional psychological thriller, but this is not really my go to read. It is, however, a Reece Witherspoon Book Club pick, and a People Magazine pick: two recommendations that are usually spot on for this genre. The violence against Daphne was a little much for me, but I did enjoy this fast-paced read. I give it two thumbs up if this is your ilk.