That Pippa couldn’t/wouldn’t see/acknowledge this made for some exasperated reading moments for me. I have to say, I really despised Gabe, mental illness aside, the guy was an A-grade arse. The chapters are short and reel you in with the then and now and the two different character perspectives. That aside, The Soulmate is compulsively readable. I enjoy her humour and the absence of it within this one was noticeable to me. Sally’s trademark dark humour was absent from this one, probably my only criticism of it. One who can not only hold your rapture for the duration, but also reel you in until you are so invested that it’s almost feels like you’d be doing yourself some sort of injustice if you didn’t read and read as much as you could in a single sitting. And that, right there, is a masterful storyteller. Sally Hepworth has long been a page turner for me, but in her latest, The Soulmate, she had me fuming in my seat, reading as fast as I could, hoping against hope that Pippa’s blinders would come off before it was too late. I’ve never read a novel where this has been more apparent between a couple.
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