Eventually, these are all linked to Francesca’s family and I think McKenzie does a good job of building these aspects of the story for the reader. There is a detailed back story involving each of the lead characters, as well as supporting players. I found myself glued to this novel for the first half and then my attention seemed to lag in the middle, then pick up again towards the close. This works to heighten the tension in the novel. The Black Sheep is told in a shifting perspective style of narrative, where the narrative is split between lead Francesca, her sister Lucy and outsider Harry. Sophie McKenzie is an author that knows the key ingredients needed to create a good domestic thriller. I could see some of the holes and areas other readers picked up on, but on the whole, I believe The Black Sheep is a solid read. It seems a shame, as there are many elements in this novel that I enjoyed. Now, she finally has proof in the form of Harry’s admission that someone close to both Caspian and Francesca wanted him dead.Īfter reading The Black Sheep, I was dismayed to see a number of negative reviews attached to this novel. The police ruling that Caspian was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, has never really sat well with Francesca. Francesca desperately wants to know more about Caspian’s death. At the same service, Francesca is also approached by Harry, a stranger who claims to have vital information pertaining to Caspian’s death. It is an offer Francesca immediately refuses. Simon takes insensitivity to the next level when he attempts to ask Francesca out on a date – at her deceased husband’s memorial. The first is Simon, who was a colleague of Caspian’s. At this service, Francesca is approached by two men.
Just shy a year after the unexpected and unsolved death of her husband Caspian, Francesca and her family join together in their grief, still fresh, in a memorial service for Caspian. This is another tense psychological mystery, based around a tight-knit and highly devoted catholic family. Sophie McKenzie returns with a brand new novel, The Black Sheep. In 2014, I recall enjoying Sophie McKenzie’s domestic psychological thriller offering, Trust in Me. Just shy a year after the unexpected and unsolved death of her husband Caspian, Francesca and her family join together in their grief, still fresh, in a memorial service for Caspian * Either way you slice it they come out on top.* #3.5 stars In 2014, I recall enjoying Sophie McKenzie’s domestic psychological thriller offering, Trust in Me. I think it was just an elaborate consiracy against me. Seeing such fat n' fluffy ewes flip on to her hooves like a cat and sprint over like a race horse was a lot funnier than the "joke" they played on me. Rattling some corn in a cup fixed all that. We did spend a few days with heart rate up walking across the field in a panic. Finally they would just twitch an ear and not even acknowledge our existance. Eventually we would have to walk all the way up to them before they looked up blinking in the sunshine. Mooing at them lasted another couple weeks and finally wore of too. They would wake up but eventually just started ignoring us when we cried wolf too much. For all intents and purposes they looked like long dead sheep.Īt first we would panic as we drove by the pasture and baaah at them. I think they were too wooly and fat to actually have their top legs flop to the ground. What made it worse was bloated bellies from pigging out and their legs out in the air. Then I remembered back to nice weather about a million years ago and recall my ewes would catnap on sunny days.
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My first thought was that when my sheep play dead they aren't playing, lol.
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