Is there a line too far that you wouldn’t cross for your own child?
Synopsis
Two DNA tests, one big lie…
“As I speed off in the ambulance holding my daughter’s hand, I wonder how I could have been so stupid. I should have made the bargain, paid the price – anything to avoid being right here, right now.
A voice whispers in my head that I can’t silence. This is all your fault. You killed her. It’s her voice, the one I hear in my nightmares. The woman who stole my memories, the woman who stole my life. And, this time, I know she’s right.”
How far would you go to save your child?
Claire is living every mother’s worst nightmare. Her daughter, Jess, has been diagnosed with a rare illness and desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. With no match on the registry, Claire turns to a charismatic geneticist for help and embarks on a Genetic Journey to seek a familial match for her daughter.
On the other side of the country, Marianne suffers her eighth miscarriage. Her perfect life is rotting underneath, but she is determined to do whatever it takes to have a baby.
When DNA test results reveal that Claire and Marianne are half-sisters, Claire must face the dark lies of the past and make impossible choices about the future. Is her secret sister the answer to her prayers, or will she cost her everything?
My Secret Sister is a tense and emotional family drama with a moral dilemma at its heart. Fans of Liane Moriarty, Jodi Picoult, and John Marrs’ The One will be gripped.
My review
In San Francisco, Claire is living a nightmare… her daughter Jess has a rare illness and unless a match is found, there is nothing they can do.
The bone marrow transplant is their only option, but finding a match is not that easy.
As a mother, Claire would do anything for Jess, even putting Jess’ DNA in a worldwide system, hoping that somewhere a match can be found.
Meanwhile in Washington is Marianne having her own heartbreak. Another IVF has failed after many other attempts and miscarriages. And even if her marriage seems to be on its last breath, Marianne wants to do whatever it takes to become a mother.
Little did these two women except to be a match. And not just being a very very distant relative, but apparently they are sisters…
But is Marianne willing to be a donor? And at what price? And is Claire ready to pay for it?
When I started to read this story, I was a bit afraid that Marianne would turn out to be a total psycho, demanding something absurd for just donating her bone marrow.
Especially after that prologue…
But the more I read about Marianne and her desire and fails of becoming a mother, the more I realized that my initial impression was a wrong one.
I felt so sorry for her side of the story. I can imagine how much someone wishes to become a mother. And all the losses she had to endure… I found it terrible to read how after each disappointment her hope just diminished…
And seeing how her marriage was also falling apart, a husband becoming more and more distant, and absent, that is not something that Marianne deserved.
However, Marianne’s story was a sad one, but Claire’s just a heart – breaking one…
I cannot imagine the horror of having a sick child, with almost no hope left to find a match. Of course I understood why Claire was going lengths to just find that one match that would save her little girl.
Reading how Jess tried to keep her head up high but also failing, broke my heart. Nobody, and especially no child should endure such tragedies.
And my heart got broken even more to see how this ugly disease affected all the family members. I understood the fight Claire was having, to save her little girl, but seeing how she acted around her other daughter Becky…
Becky isn’t the easiest teenager in the world, but let’s be honest, which teenager is? She is maybe impulsive, but it’s obvious she adores her little sister… And Claire’s behaviour is just uncalled for.
When the truth about the relation between Marianne and Claire is revealed, was a bit over the top, and the extra revelation even more, but of course the author had to pull a rabbit out of the head to link both women.
This was a gripping story to read, about women having to face their most terrible nightmare, trying to keep all the balls in the air, and learning that their past has been partially filled with lies from someone they both loved.
But this book is also filled with hope, because let’s be honest, hope is always the last thing to die. And the lesson that help doesn’t come always in the way we expect, but the way it comes doesn’t matter, but what we gain from it, is.
And maybe, just maybe, a tragedy can bring new, unexpected people in your life that even after an initial hesitating may fill that gap in your heart you didn’t know about…





























