The Ice Twins by S. K. Tremayne

ice twinsLondoners Angus and Sarah Moorcroft have made it a year past the time their twin daughter Lydia fell to her death.  Both have largely gotten over the trauma, but Angus has lost his high paying job and Sarah, a freelance consultant, hasn’t had significant work for some time.  So it’s a blessing that Angus inherits his grandmother’s cottage on a small island in Scotland.  They are both hoping that a move there will allow them and their remaining daughter Kirstie to go beyond their grief.

The island, idyllic at first, proves a challenge.  The cottage is in serious need of renovation.  The island, only accessible by foot during low tide, is nigh impossible to get at during the bad storms for which the area is known.  Conditions are primitive by modern standards, so the Moorcrofts learn how to make do with brackish drinking water, limited heating options, and an ancient landline phone that barely works.

Then their daughter begins acting strangely, insisting that she is the dead twin.  Both parents experience a new bout of bereavement at this discovery.  Angus, already a hard drinker, goes even further into alcoholic binges.  Sarah, already shaky by any account, is suspicious enough of her husband and becomes even more so, as previous secrets become evident.

The Ice Twins is definitely a page turner, told in Sarah’s first person and in third person for Angus’s side of the story.  The epilogue will shake up your assumptions of the ending, but I’m not saying anything here.

Scattered through the book are black and white photographs that add to the unnerving atmosphere of the book.

(William Hicks, Information Services)


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