I was thoroughly impressed with Carla's portrayal as a smart, strong, and composed character under pressure, and Rachel's lunacy that made her a detestable villain. My first thought about the book was that it'll be a phenomenal one, considering that it's a debut thriller by a former crime reporter, and the author did not fail to serve the banger! If Carla wants to free herself, and get her baby back, she needs to help Rachel get Carla's husband Nick, or else everyone dies.

The book starts with our main character - Carla, waking up surprised, and finding herself as a captive of none other than her own best friend - Rachel, and her baby Christopher missing. Other than that, this was a great book and I look forward to seeing more from this author.įirst of all, I'd like to thank Netgalley, the author - Lori Duffy Foster, and Independent Book Publishers Association (IBPA) for the advance review copy, and giving me the opportunity to enjoy this spectacular psychological thriller!

It didn't really have much of an impact on the rest of the story and it felt like there was no good reason for it to be there. My only issue was that alongside the main story, is another story about a teenage boy who had disappeared years ago. I really enjoyed this whole story, even if it did leave my heart in my throat. Especially as my youngest is only a month older than the baby in this book. Carla is desperate to get out and find her som, but Rachel has other plans.Īs a parent, this was a tough read. She's been drugged, she knows she's trapped, but worst of all her son is missing. Carla didn't know this Rachel.'Īfter meeting up with her best friend, new mum Carla, wakes up in a sealed room. This voice was thick with confidence, control, and loathing. It was the harmony as they sang with their playlists on the drive to the movie theatre on a Saturday night. It was a call from a cafeteria table, giving her direction and a sense of belonging on the first day of junior high. It was a whisper of conspiracy in the dark when they were ten years old and sneaking downstairs late at night for ice cream. 'The faceless voice that boomed from a speaker mounted high in a corner was once welcome and familiar to Carla.

Never Too Much by Lori Foster