The Overwritten Child

The Child By: Fiona Barton

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This book is a point of view book, it switches from one person’s point of view to another person’s point of view.

SUMMARY


Kate waters is a reporter for the daily Post and comes across a story about a baby’s skeleton that has been found in the in the old building’s garden of Howard street in London. Kate makes this story how new priority with the question she cannot stop asking herself “who is the building site baby?” Kate with her new intern Joe go to Howard street to try and hunt down some clues as to who the baby might be. On Howard street the construction workers are in full swing as she walks to a house across the road to find an old woman there named Miss Walker who was more then happy to give her some information about the work site manager who had found the baby. Kate soon finds herself deeply involved in the story when the site manager tells her about where the baby was found and who actually found it.

Emma is a woman who used to live on Howard street with her mother and in one of the apartments where the baby’s body was found. She is known to have mental issues dealing with depression and anxiety and with the story of the baby popping up she seems to be even more on edge. Starting to worry about if her mother had seen the story in the paper or not she phones Jude, her mother, that she has not talked to in ten years to see what she might know, which turns into a reunion, but not a very happy one where  Emma must now go and visit her mother. Once there they start to bring up the past about Will, Jude’s boyfriend at the time, and how she had chosen him or her sending Emma to go and live with her grandmother at the age of sixteen. Will had told Jude it was tough love and it needed to be done.

Kate finds a detective that she is still pretty good friends with at a party for a going away co-worker and they start to talk about the baby’s body being found at the building site. The baby’s body had been buried for thirty to forty years and the detective, Bob Sparks, says he can think of at least three cases where children were taken from their parents but never found but only one of the cases could be the baby that was buried in the ground. It was a case about Alice Irving, a newborn who had been taken from her mother’s hospital room while she went to take a shower and was never found.

Angela Irving had been following up on the baby’s story in the paper just knowing that it had to be her baby, Alice, but she was driving herself sick thinking about and her husband Nick was starting to get tired of her crying and making herself sick from worry about the baby. After so many years of waiting to find out what happened to baby Alice she thought at last she had finally found her poor little girl. When Kate came to her door Angela had been waiting for this day she kept every single piece of newspaper clipping that had anything to do with Alice’s disappearance, but there was no connection as to how baby Alice could end up all the way on Howard street, and Kate had her doubts but Kate urged her to call the Detective to see about getting a DNA test to find out if the baby really is Alice.

Once the DNA had been taken from Angela Irving they would have to wait on the results, but Kate had other plans, she could not just stand around and wait so she and Joe went to go look up names that used to live in the apartments by looking at the electoral voters that had registered at that address. When the DNA test finally came back a few days later it turned out that the baby was a match to Angela and the baby was Alice, she was happy she finally found her child or did she?

 

REVIEW


So I must say this book literally drove me insane I want to know what happened to the baby and who the baby was. Then they tell you who the baby is like 100 pages in but then you have to read through  260 more pages and you’re like what could possibly be in these pages, why am I still reading this. Then you get like two more drama bombs dropped on your head and you’re like well I guess I need to keep reading. Then the whole time I was forcing myself to finish reading the book I figured out the ending on my own before I even finished it so then it was kinda a let down but I was hyped I guessed the right ending.

The last 100 pages I literally threw my book I was so aggravated that this book made me want to finish it because there was so much talking and running around I just wanted to know about the baby. I just wanted to know what happened to the baby, but I still had to read about the drama with Kate and her family, Jude and Emma and Angela and her daughter and husband. Then there was a bunch of crap going on with Kate, her boss and DC Sinclair. I was just going crazy I finally made it to the last 10 pages and I was so done at that point I was just completely finished with this book but still I had to finish it.

Once I did finish it I was kinda feeling like this 360 page book could have been a 200 page book if you would cut out a bunch of the useless crap, like Kate and her son fighting. Is that really a thing that needs to be put in the book? Or Angela and her daughter going to the spa? Like I get that you are trying to make these characters seem like real people and telling about their lives but I mean this book should not be 360 pages long because I wasted a lot of time going around in circles when I could have just went straight to the point. A book should not make you want to stop reading it. I book should make you want to finish it, which I did but only because it was taking so freaking long to get to the point of the book.

The characters in this book are all very bland except of Emma I think. She seems to be the most interesting to me seeing as how she went through all this crap in her life but is still there trying to make the best of things and fighting for the truth. Jude I simply hate, like really how self centered can you be, you stole someone’s baby to force a man to stay with you? Kate seems to be jealous of her son and when he doesn’t do what she wants him to do she throws a fit about it. Angela I just thought was pretty okay she is one character besides Emma who actually grew as a person no longer letting Alice be her entire world and focusing on the two kids that she did have until later of course.

All and all if you like a good mystery book I say give it a try you might like it I cannot say it was a horrible book because I did want to finish it but I think you can skim a couple of pages and still get all the information you need. BUT ONLY read this book if you like mystery or real life books because that is really all there is to this book with a slight hint of drama. I can say I will be putting this book on a shelf and will probably never read it again because I did not enjoy it very much at all.

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The Mask

The light flickers in the distance as the snow danced to the song of the howling wind and the restless trees, the sky was painted in the darkest blue and gray as the moon was fighting to be seen from behind the fortress of clouds that seemed to be unmoving. The wind and snow had already bitten all the warmth from Zuri’s face and was starting to cut through the cotton gloves that she was now cursing because she had chosen the cute cotton and lace over the fur and leather that would have kept her hands warm, why did she always fall for appearance first when it came to making decisions, it was one of her major flaws and she knew it was but she could never seem to overcome this ever losing battle. She could not think about that now she had come all this way for one reason and she could not let herself get cold feet now, she let a small chuckle escape through her shallow and labored breathing due to the fact that she really could not afford to get cold feet because she still had a little more walking to do and at this time of night if she stopped to rest and fell asleep she would surely freeze to death before anyone came close to finding her body when the sun would eventually shower the world with warmth once again.

The Mask she wore was one that nobody else have ever seen or had ever even known about, she had kept it her secret for so long she was beginning to lose herself, her true self. She knew she would have to do this even if she would lose the one person who had meant the world to her, he was the reason she was out here dragging herself through this frozen hell, ” So stupid” she kept repeating the words to herself, this whole idea, she should have just took some sleeping pills and forced herself to fall asleep so just for a few hours she could stop existing, it was all getting too far out of hand she could no longer handle this torture, waking up every morning to a new face. She forgot what it was like to look at her own face did she have freckles or not? What color were her eyes? What did her hair look like? These were the questions she would ask herself every night when she would lay awake staring at the ceiling.

The Mask was something she had just stumbled across at a flea market in a town down by the coast where her grandmother had lived, her grandmother had always warned her about finding things down by the coast she always told her scary stories about the ghost and spirits that haunted the wharf. She would tell her stories of a women who used to seduce men into her home and drink their blood to stay young and when their wives would come looking she would cast a spell on them so they would kill themselves in some of the most painful of ways. She used to love to listen to these stories when she was younger but the older she got the more she thought her grandmother was starting to lose her marbles.

She thought the Mask was so beautiful and mysterious  it was painted black as charcoal with matching feathers around the temples creating a cat eye effect, black lace with glitter was sewn onto the mask with swirls and jewels covering spots where the lace met together, around the eyes black and silver interlocked in a dance that made you look directly into them and the black satin ribbon that was used to tie the mask to you, it was so enticing like it was calling to her promising her that magical things would happen if she did and so she bought the stupid thing.

She had forgotten all about it until the day her grandmother died and she went back to her house to collect some of her stuff from the room she had when she stayed there, she remembered buying it and had never tried it on and once she did she noticed it the change her hair shifted to the color of black itself it was almost purple in certain light, her eyes were blue and gray almost white in a strange way, her skin was pale which she grew tired of due to everyone thinking she was ill all the time, but her lips were always a crimson red no matter how hard she tried to tone them down they always returned to that red and her eyes were always covered with black eyeliner and mascara with a gray and black eyeshadow to match, she thought she looked like a bit gothic but everyone was always drawn to her it was like her looks were more inviting and seductive rather than dark and scary.

She got bored with the fact that no matter what guy she asked out they all said yes and had done whatever she asked until the day she ran into Raiden who seemed to careless about how she looked or what she wanted, they worked together on a book editing project for one of her close friends but her boss had made Raiden tag along and she soon found him to be the worst person in the world until the day they were both going to kill each other, or so she had thought he had back her against the wall of the hotel elevator and she was just about to raise her knee straight into his privates when he crushed his mouth against hers and she lost all of her feeling. It was a kiss that made everything vanish around them, it was a hungry kiss, one that had been building for so long she could not help but let him come back to her room. The next morning he had still been there and told her how crazy she drove him and how much he needed her and surprisingly she felt the same way.

That was why she had to do this she had to tell him the woman that he loved was not her, that the mask she wore was one of lies and once she told him he would find her crazy more and likely but she had to tell him let him see the true her even if she had to wear this mask for the rest of her life and he would never get to see the person she used to be, the one she asked herself about every night she could not lie to him anymore. She was going to tell him and even if he thought she was completely and broke up with her she knew he had the right to know, she would make him see the real her, make him see that she was serious.

 

I think cliffhangers are the best don’t you ❤

 

Come back tomorrow for the rest of the story!

 

The Darkness was her Greatest Fear

She kept running trying to get away from the growing darkness trying not to look back at it. The wondrous place she used to visit in her dreams was all being devoured by the darkness. She looked to see lush grassy meadow that was full of vibrant Orange Tiger Lilies, blue and pink Lupines, and white daisies where she would lay down amongst them and imagine talking to characters from her favorite books. It was being stripped away from her like everything else in her life, the flowers turned black as death the and grass was now nothing but a barren wasteland. She could not stop to mourn her loss she must keep going, for if the darkness caught her she did not know what would happen. Would she too become as black as the flowers or would she become darkness herself and be lost forever? The fear started to weigh down her legs, she was not sure how long she had been running just that she had to make it to the bright light in the distance. She was not sure why but something inside her screamed for her to run. She remembered when the darkness started out as just a simple black flower. She thought that the flowers beauty was a strange dark beauty and love to draw it during her free time at home. But she soon noticed that the darkness grew from one flower, to the rest then the trees, then the water, even the sky. Everything she cherished about this one safe place where she could dream and find hope would soon by just a memory. The darkness came faster with every step she would take it would devour her dreamland twice as fast. The waterfall where she would sing with the mermaids, was now a black ocean of midnight and her friends were gone. She did not know where all her friends had gone, but she noticed every time she would return here someone would be missing. She would try to remember them, try to summon them back but it never worked. She soon gave up on trying. The darkness had caught up to her it was  right behind her, she was so stupid she had been lost in thought and fear she let it slow her down. She felt a grip wrap around her ankle with excruciating pain, but it was so quick and she was in mid run that she fell to the ground. She tried to catch herself but was given no chance to as the darkness slowly pulled her in. She tried to fight kicking her feet clawing at the ground ripping away her nails that were now bleed and throbbing from the hard dirt and rock. She was trying to find some way to pull herself out but she cannot fight what she cannot touch. She soon gave up she found no point in fighting anymore, she swallowed hard and looked through her blurred vision of the tears she finally let fall as she took one last look at the light. So close she thought, she was almost there if only she would have tried harder if only she would have done something different. It was her fault the darkness caught her, it was always her fault, she should have known better than to have hoped for things to be different, to be happy. She closed her eyes as the darkness washed over her. When she opened them again she was standing in front of a mirror and what she seen was not just only her reflection but that she herself was the darkness. The thing she kept trying to run from, the thing she tried to ignore, the thing she was scared most of was the darkness within her. She had fought so long to hide it from everyone, to try and make everyday seem like a happy one. She learned though that you can lie to others but you cannot lie to yourself. What started out as just a simply black speck on her heart now covered every inch of her body that she no longer had control of for. She was now the speck locked away deep inside her heart as the darkness now called all the shots. 

I still have not finished reading my next book and I needed to take a break before I threw it across the room. So, I did a little creative writing. I hope you like it, if not atleast I enjoyed writing it. If you do like it I will try to do more also.