In a large house in London’s fashionable Chelsea, a baby is awake in her cot. Well-fed and cared for, she is happily waiting for someone to pick her up.
In the kitchen lie three decomposing corpses. Close to them is a hastily scrawled note.
They’ve been dead for several days.
Who has been looking after the baby?
And where did they go?
Two entangled families.
A house with the darkest of secrets.
I’ve always been a fan of Lisa Jewell and her brilliantly insightful eye for character and atmosphere but with The Family Upstairs things went up several notches all in one go, it is hands down the best psychological thriller I’ve read in ages.
The house itself is a brooding, looming partner in the events taking place within – dark places, dark secrets, a baby found a family lost. But where did they go?
We have past colliding with present here as “the baby” grows up and comes into her inheritance. The house still stands watchful in the background as the reader begins to discover what took place there, the authors ability to intricately weave a web around the reader shows it’s full force, you just cannot look away.
I have rarely been so engaged with such a layered, eclectic and highly intriguing set of characters, the whole story is twisty and delightfully unexpected whilst being devilishly dark yet utterly believable.
Gripping, disturbing and often emotionally charged The Family Upstairs comes highly recommend from me.