Jane is a telemarketer. Although sometimes she’s Sabrina. Other times she’s Nancy. But she’s almost always phoning the same person. And with each call he becomes angrier and more threatening. But she persists. And the more she phones this man, the more she reveals about her reasons, her past and why it may not be all she says it is.
Sharon Guskin’s debut novel The Forgetting Time follows Janie Zimmerman and her 4-year-old son Noah. Noah suffers from nightmares. He is terrified of water and wakes up every night shouting for his mother. Only it’s not Janie he’s looking for. He wants his other mother. And he wants to go home, to a home that Janie has no knowledge of.
Dr Jerome Anderson has been diagnosed with a rare form of aphasia which causes him to forget words. He knows his mind will go completely, but he is determined to finish his book before it happens. Despite being a joke amongst his peers, his work looks at reincarnation, in particular at children who remember past lives.
Janie is sceptical of Jerome’s work, especially when she finds out he’s looking for a story to end his book on. But when they meet a mother who’s son has been missing for 8 years, she starts to wonder if Noah’s problems could finally be solved.
Jack and Sydney have just bought their first house. They were shocked when they’re offer was accepted, especially considering how many people were at the viewing. But they don’t question it. The only catch is that they get all of the junk that the previous owner left in the house as well, but cleaning it all away is a small price to pay for their dream home.
But when Jack finds a strange box in the attic and hears noises during the night, he starts to wonder if there’s something more sinister going on in the house. And when a body turns up in the alley beside their house, the police start to wonder the same thing.
Melanie Black has woken up in a strange man’s bed. It’s not necessarily an unusual occurrence, but when he completely ignores her she starts to get worried. Her concern is made even worse when the man’s wife comes into the room, and also completely ignores her. She soon comes to realise what’s going on. She’s dead. And she has woken up in the house of her murderer.
Milly is starting a new life with her foster family. She desperately wants to fit in with them and have a permanent home somewhere she can feel safe. You see, Milly is really Annie. And Annie’s mother is a serial killer.
As her mother’s trial approaches, Milly has to try to come to terms with all of the horrors she saw in her house, and with the fact that it was she who turned her mother into the police.
But her mother is always in her head, permeating even her dreams, validating Milly’s fears that she can never be rid of her, and raising the question of whether she is destined to be her mother’s daughter in more than just birth.
Lib, an English nurse who trained under Florence Nightingale, has been sent to rural Ireland to carry out a strange assignment. She has been asked to watch over an eleven-year-old girl, Anna, who claims to have been living without food for months, yet is still healthy.
The ‘miracle child’ has drawn people from all over the country, but not all believe her tales. So Lib and a local nun must take it in turns to watch over her, and see if she is indeed living without food as she claims to be.
Judge Scott Sampson thinks nothing of the text he gets from his wife saying she will be picking up their two children from school that afternoon. He’s disappointed that he’ll miss their weekly swimming time, but he goes on with his day.
Until his wife comes home alone that evening, saying she knows nothing about the text, assuming he was picking up the children as normal.
When a severed finger turns up on Helen Taylor’s doorstep, the police must try to find out if she saw what happened to her recently deceased (and dismembered) neighbour. But Helen has trouble remembering things, and her dead husband, Bobby, talking over her shoulder isn’t helping. So the police call in her sister, Pat, to see if she can make any sense of what Helen says.