The Good Sister: A Novel

By Sally Hepworth

THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

"A stunningly clever thriller made doubly suspenseful by not one, but two unreliable narrators." — People

Sally Hepworth, the author of The Mother-In-Law delivers a knock-out of a novel about the lies that bind two sisters in The Good Sister.

There's only been one time that Rose couldn't stop me from doing the wrong thing and that was a mistake that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Fern Castle works in her local library. She has dinner with her twin sister Rose three nights a week. And she avoids crowds, bright lights and loud noises as much as possible. Fern has a carefully structured life and disrupting her routine can be...dangerous.

When Rose discovers that she cannot get pregnant, Fern sees her chance to pay her sister back for everything Rose has done for her. Fern can have a baby for Rose. She just needs to find a father. Simple.

Fern's mission will shake the foundations of the life she has carefully built for herself and stir up dark secrets from the past, in this quirky, rich and shocking story of what families keep hidden.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Apr 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781250120977

Sally Hepworth

Sally Hepworth is the New York Times bestselling author of nine novels, including The Good Sister and The Soulmate. Drawing on the good, the bad and the downright odd of human behaviour, Sally writes incisively about family, relationships and identity. Her domestic thriller novels are laced with quirky humour, sass and a darkly charming tone. They are available worldwide in English and have been translated into twenty languages. Sally lives in Melbourne, Australia, with her family and one adorable dog.

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JOURNAL OF ROSE INGRID CASTLE

It’s been three months since Owen left. Left, or left me—like so many things in the adult world, it’s all a bit gray. He took a job in London; a work opportunity, ostensibly. It’s not that I wasn’t invited, but it was clear to both of us that I couldn’t go. That’s another thing about the adult world: responsibilities. In my case, one particular responsibility. Fern.

But let me backtrack, because it sounds like I’m blaming her. I’m not. The problems between Owen and me are 100 percent, unequivocally, entirely, my fault. I committed the most cardinal of marital sins—I changed. Overnight, as soon as the clock chimed my twenty-seventh birthday in fact, I went from being a well-educated, empowered woman to one of those pathetic women who wanted a baby with such ferocity it drove my husband away. An ovulation-kit-wielding, sperm-testing, temperature-taking lunatic. In my previous life, I’d scorned this type of woman from up in my (what I presumed to be) fertile ivory tower. Then I’d become one. And I’d pushed and I’d pushed and I’d pushed—until my husband left. Left … or left me.

My therapist is right, it is a relief, getting these thoughts out of my head and onto paper. In therapy, we hardly talk about Owen at all. Instead, we while away the fifty-minute hours talking about my traumatic childhood. According to him, a good way to process trauma and put it behind you is to write it down. That’s why he gave me this journal. I’m not convinced it will help, but here I am. Apparently, the people-pleaser in me dies hard.

The obvious place to start is the night at the river. I was twelve. We were camping. Mum and Daniel had been dating for about six months, but it was the first time we’d been away anywhere together. Daniel brought Billy, much to my and Fern’s delight—we’d forever longed for a brother, and all those wonderful traits a brother brought with him: roughhousing, logical arguments, and good-looking friends. And for the first few days, we had a good time. Better than good. It was the closest I’d ever come to being part of a normal family. Daniel taught us to fish, Billy taught us how to play poker, and Mum … she was like a completely different person. She did things like remind us to apply sunscreen and tell us to be careful in the river because the current could be strong. One day, she even rested her arm affectionately around my shoulders as we sat by the fire. She’d never done that before. I’ll never forget what it felt like, our bodies touching like that.

On the last night, Billy, Fern, and I went to the river mouth. The heat of the day hung in the air and we spent most of the time slapping mosquitoes from our arms. Billy was in the water, the only place to get any relief from the heat. Usually Fern and I would have joined him, but something was up with Fern that night. She was in one of her moods. I’d wanted to ask her about it all day, but Fern could be volatile when she was upset. I decided it was better to leave it alone.

We’d been by the river an hour or so when nature called. Billy was showing no signs of getting out of the water, so I headed deep into the trees. There was no way I was going to let him see me pee. It was slow going; it was pitch black and I was barefoot—I had to watch every step I took. My fear of snakes didn’t help matters. Still, I was gone for five minutes max. Apparently, that is all it takes.

When I returned to the river, Fern was gone.

Fern, I called. Where are you?

It was strange for her not to be in the spot I left her.

It took me a minute to locate her, illuminated by a patch of moonlight in the shallows of the river. She was standing eerily still. Billy was nowhere to be seen.

What are you— I took a step toward her and she lifted her hands. Before I could ask what was going on, something rose to the surface of the water beside her—a sliver of pale, unmoving flesh.

Fern, I whispered. What have you done?

FERN

Every Tuesday morning at 10:15 A.M., I am stationed at the front desk of the Bayside Public Library. The front desk is usually my least favorite post, but on Tuesday mornings I make an exception so as to have a clear view to the circular meeting room where Toddler Rhyme Time takes place. I enjoy Toddler Rhyme Time, despite its obvious vexing qualities—the noise, the crowd, the unexpected direction a child’s emotions can take at a moment’s notice. Today, Linda, the children’s librarian, is regaling the toddlers with a vehement retelling of The Three Little Pigs. Imaginatively, she has chosen to forgo reading the book, and is instead acting the story out, alternately donning a fluffy wolf’s head and a softer, squidgy-looking pig’s head with pale blue eyes and a protruding snout. At intervals, Linda emits an impressively realistic-sounding pig’s squeal, so shrill and penetrating that it makes my toes curl in my sneakers.

The children, on the whole, appear enraptured with Linda’s recital, the only exceptions being a newborn screaming wildly on its mother’s shoulder and a little boy in an orange jumper who covers his ears and buries his face in his grandmother’s lap. I, too, am absorbed in the performance—so much so that it takes me several seconds to register the woman with pointy coral fingernails who has appeared at the desk, clutching a stack of books against her hip. I roll my ergonomic chair slightly to the right so I can still see the children (who are now helping Linda blow down an imaginary house of straw), but distractingly, the woman moves with me, huffing and fidgeting and, finally, clearing her throat. Finally, she clicks her fingernails against the desk. "Excuse me."

"Excuse me," I repeat, rolling the statement around in my head. It feels unlikely that she is actually asking to be excused. After all, patrons are free to come and go as they please in the library, they don’t have to ask for the privilege. It’s possible, I suppose, that she’s asking to be excused for impoliteness, but as I didn’t hear her belch or fart, that also seems improbable. As such, I conclude she has employed the odd social custom of asking to be excused as a means of getting a person’s attention. I open my mouth to tell her that she has my attention, but people are so impatient nowadays and she cuts me off before I can speak.

Do you work here? she asks rudely.

Sometimes the people in this library can be surprisingly dense. For heaven’s sake, why would I be sitting behind the desk—wearing a name badge!—if I didn’t work here? That said, I acknowledge that I don’t fit the stereotypical mold of a librarian. For a start, at twenty-eight, I’m younger than the average librarian (forty-five, according to Librarian’s Digest) and I dress more fashionably and colorfully than the majority of my peers—I’m partial to soft, bright T-shirts, sparkly sneakers, and long skirts or overalls emblazoned with rainbows or unicorns. I wear my hair in two braids, which I loop into a bun above each ear (not a reference to Princess Leia, though I do wonder if she found the style as practical as I do for keeping long hair out of your face when you are a woman with things to do). And, yet, I am most definitely a librarian.

Are you going to serve me, young lady? the woman demands.

"Would you like me to serve you?" I ask patiently. I don’t point out that she could have saved herself a lot of time by simply asking to be served.

The woman’s eyes boggle. "Why do you think I’m standing here?"

There are an infinite number of reasons, I reply. You are, as you may have noticed, directly adjacent to the water fountain, which is a high-traffic area for the library. You might be using the desk to shuffle documents on your way over to the photocopier. You may be admiring the Monet print on the wall behind me—something I do several times a day. You may have paused on your way to the door to tie your shoelace, or to double-check if that person over in the nonfiction section is your ex-boyfriend. You might, as I was before you came along, be enjoying Linda’s wonderful rendition of ‘The Three Little Pigs’—

I have more examples, many many more, but I am cut off by Gayle, who approaches the desk hurriedly. May I help you there?

Gayle has a knack for turning up at opportune times. She has fluffy blond hair, exceedingly potent perfume, and a thing about bringing me lemons from her lemon tree. I once made the mistake of saying I’d enjoyed a slice of lemon in hot water and since then I’ve barely gone a day without a lemon from Gayle. I’d tell her to stop, but Rose says people enjoy making themselves useful in these small ways and the best thing to do is to thank them and throw the lemon away. Bizarre as it sounds, Rose tends to be right about these things.

Finally! the woman says, and then launches into a story about how her son left his library books at the beach house and then it got fumigated so they weren’t able to collect the books until yesterday and now they’ve incurred a fine and, also, she’d like to extend her loan, but the book has twenty-seven reserves on it! Twenty-seven! As far as stories to get out of fines go, this one is rather benign, I have to say. I spoke with a gentleman recently who explained that his daughter had taken his library copy of Ulysses on a trekking vacation to the Andes, where she’d left it in a mountain village with a mother of newborn twins whose husband had recently passed away. I marveled that an Andean village woman could read English so well as to read Ulysses, not to mention have a desire to read such a book while single-handedly raising her twins on a mountaintop, but before I could ask him much about either, he shuffled away. (Gayle, of course, waived the fine.)

I work in the library four days a week, plus two Sundays a month. If it’s not raining, like today, I walk the thirty-five minutes to work while listening to my audiobook and I arrive at the library a minimum of fifteen minutes before my shift. If it is raining, I catch the bus and arrive at a similar time. I then spend the day recommending books, processing returns, and avoiding questions about the photocopiers. Depending on the particular day, I might also order new books, set up the conference room for author talks or community meetings, or put together book packages for the home library service. I try to avoid conversations about things other than books, although I’ll occasionally indulge Gayle in a conversation about her garden or her grandchildren, because Rose says it’s polite to do this with people who we like.

I’m listening to Gayle waive the fine for the woman with the coral-colored fingernails when my eye is drawn to a young man in thick glasses and a red-and-white-striped beanie entering through the automatic doors. A homeless person, most likely, judging by his too-loose jeans and the towel draped over his shoulder. He makes a beeline for the shower room. The Bayside library boasts two showers (thanks to its former life as a hospital), so it’s not uncommon for the homeless to come in to shower. The first time I saw a homeless person come in, I was affronted, but that was before I worked with Janet. Janet, my old supervisor, taught me that the library belongs to everyone. The library, Janet used to say, is one of only a few places in the world that one doesn’t need to believe anything or buy anything to come inside … and it is the librarian’s job to look after all those who do. I take this responsibility very seriously, except if they require assistance with the photocopiers and then I give them a very wide berth.

I reach for my handbag and follow the man toward the bathroom. He’s tall—very tall—and lanky looking. From behind, with his pom-pom bouncing on his stripy hat, he reminds me a little of Wally of Where’s Wally? fame.

Wally! I call as he steps into the small vestibule—an airless, windowless tiled room leading to both the men’s and women’s bathrooms. I usually avoid this space at all costs, but seeing the man enter, I feel an unexpected compulsion to face my fears.

Were you planning to use the shower?

He turns around, eyebrows raised, but doesn’t respond. I wonder if he might be hearing impaired. We have a large community of hearing-impaired patrons at our library. I repeat myself loudly and slowly, allowing him to lip-read.

Yes? he says finally, his intonation rising as if he is asking a question rather than answering one.

I start to question my impulse to follow him. I have become more wary of vagrants since a man exposed himself to me a few months back during an evening shift. I had been replacing a copy of Ian McEwan’s Atonement when suddenly, at eye level, there was a penis, in the Mc section of General Fiction. I alerted Gayle, who called the police, but by the time they arrived, the man had zipped up and shuffled out of the place. You should have snapped it in between the covers of that hardback, Gayle had said, which sounded messy, not to mention unwise for the hygiene of the book. When I pointed this out, she suggested I karate-chop him, which is neither an actual karate move (I have a black belt) nor something I would be tempted to do, since karate has a pacifist philosophy.

I have been doing karate since I did a trial class in grade two and the sensei said I was a natural (an odd comment as there was nothing natural about kata—on the contrary, the movements felt very specific and unnatural). Still, I found I enjoyed it immensely—the consistency, the routine, the structure, even the physical contact, which was always firm if not hard. Even the Kiai shouts, while loud, are to a count and expected. So twenty years later, I’m still doing it.

Well, here you go then.

I reach into my handbag and retrieve the small toiletry bag that I keep in there. I hand it to Wally, who holds it away from himself as if it might contain a ticking bomb. "What … is … this?"

It contains toothpaste and a toothbrush, a face washer and some soap. Also a razor and some shaving cream.

I’m not sure how I could be any clearer, and yet Wally still seems confused. I study him closely. He doesn’t smell like alcohol and both his eyes are pointing the same direction. His clothes, while ill fitting, are all on the correct parts of his body. Still, the jury is out on his sanity.

Did you just call me … Wally?

There’s something pleasing about the man’s voice; his words are round somehow, and completely enunciated. It is an unexpected delight in a world where people are forever mumbling.

Yes, I say. "You look like Wally from Where’s Wally? Hasn’t anyone told you that before?"

He neither confirms nor denies it, so I decide to provide more information.

"You know Where’s Wally?, don’t you? It’s a book ." I smile, because Rose says that people should smile while engaging in banter (playful exchanges of friendly remarks), and this, to me, feels very much like banter.

Wally doesn’t smile. "You mean Where’s Waldo?"

Wally is American, I realize suddenly, which explains both his accent and his confusion.

"Actually, no, I mean Where’s Wally? The original book was Where’s Wally?, published in the United Kingdom in 1987. Since then, the books have been published around the world and Wally’s name is often changed in these different editions. For instance, he’s ‘Waldo’ in the United States and Canada, ‘Charlie’ in France, ‘Walter’ in Germany, ‘Ali’ in Turkey, ‘Efi’ in Israel, and ‘Willy’ in Norway."

Wally studies me for a few seconds. He seems perplexed. His gaze, I notice, is just to the left of me, as if he is looking over my shoulder.

Anyway, in Australia, it’s Wally, I say.

Oh. Kay. He looks back at the toiletry bag. So … the library provides these?

No, I say, smiling wider. I do.

Under his glasses, Wally’s mossy green pupils travel right to left slowly. "You do?"

Yes. My sister gives these to me whenever she returns from international travel. Do you know they give them out for free on airplanes?

I did know that, he says, which makes me wonder about the accuracy of my assessment that he is homeless. I have, in my lifetime, been known to get things alarmingly wrong. I examine him more closely. His jeans are both too loose and too short and appear to have been cut off by hand, judging by the frayed ends. His buffalo flannelette shirt is in better nick, nicely buttoned right up to the neck. And while he has an overall look of grubbiness, I haven’t detected an odor, even in this small vestibule. I look at his fingernails, which are clean. Spectacularly clean, in fact. Buffed and pink and round, each cuticle a perfect crescent moon. The man could be a hand model.

I apologize, I thought you were homeless. I don’t smile now, to indicate this isn’t banter, but a serious comment. I’m afraid it was your jeans that gave me that impression. And the hat, obviously.

He stares at me. Not being one to duck away from a challenge, I stare back. A few years ago, I read a book of tips for people who find eye contact difficult. It suggested staring competitions as a form of exposure therapy. To my great surprise, I excelled at it. As it turned out, staring competitions were nothing like the discomfort of regular eye contact. There is no need to wonder how long you must look at someone, when you should look away or how often to blink. With staring competitions, all you have to do is fix your gaze on the person and let your mind wander. I can do that for hours if I feel so inclined. In fact, I once beat Mr. Robertson, a library patron and good contender, at thirty-seven minutes. I expect Wally, younger and wilier by the look of him, to be a better contender, so I’m disappointed when after less than ten seconds, he looks away.

Amateur.

Wally opens his mouth at the same time as the door swings open, forcing me farther into the vestibule. The boy in the orange jumper from Toddler Rhyme Time pushes his way inside. On his heels are his grandmother and another woman pushing a double stroller. Clearly, Rhyme Time has finished. Outside, the swell of toddler racket intensifies.

What’s wrong with my hat? Wally asks, as the door opens again and a small girl and her mother file into the small space. It’s getting quite cramped in here now. The boy in the orange jumper jumps up and down and announces I’m busting to no one in particular. Then he notices Wally. It’s Wally! he cries, marveling.

Wally looks at me and I shrug—a nonverbal gesture I’ve seen people use to indicate, Told you.

There are a lot of people in the little vestibule now and the acoustics are particularly irritating. I place my hands over my ears. It’s a compliment, I yell over the din. Wally is universally beloved, even if he is an odd sort of fellow. Though maybe he isn’t odd, maybe he just looks that way? Like you!

Wally pushes his glasses back up his nose and I lip-read him saying, "Excuse me?"

You don’t need to ask to be excused, I shout, moving toward the door. The library is a public space; you can come and go as you please.

The door opens yet again; this time an elderly man, pushing a walking frame, comes through it. I grab the door and maneuver around the double stroller. I’m almost out the door when a thought occurs to me and I swivel around.

And if you belched or farted, I didn’t hear it, so no need to excuse yourself for that either!

And with that, I give a little wave and take my exit.

When we were five, my mother took my sister, Rose, and me to the library every day for a year. A better education than school will ever give you, Mum used to say, and I quite agree. If it were up to me, every child would have a year in the library before they went to school. Not just to read, but to roam. To befriend a librarian. To bash their fingers against the computers and to turn the pages of a book while making up a story from their superior little imaginations. How lucky the world would be if every child could do that.

I was that lucky. These days, researchers seem to be saying that we don’t form explicit memories until the age of seven, but I have a number of memories from the year I was five. Memories of Mum, Rose, and me waking up with the birds, scrambling into our clothes and racing out to the bus stop. Because of our eagerness, we nearly always arrived before the library opened, then passed the time by sitting on the bench out front, or, if it was raining, huddled under the awning finishing our books while we waited for the doors to open. When we got inside, Rose and I took turns sliding our books into the return slot and then racing to select our beanbags for the day (I preferred the cotton ones—the vinyl could get so sticky after a while). Mum never sat on a beanbag, she preferred the armchairs or seats on the other side of the library. Often, we didn’t see Mum for the whole day. That was part of the fun. We went to the toilet by ourselves, we went to the water fountain by ourselves. At the library, we were in charge of what we did and when.

We’d been doing this for a few weeks when one of the librarians, Mrs. Delahunty, began taking an interest in us. First, she gave us book recommendations. Then, she gave Rose and me worksheets on which to write the names of all the books we’d read. If we got to a hundred, she said, we’d be gifted a book from the library to keep! It was through filling out that worksheet that Rose and I learned to write. Some days, when we deliberated on what to read next, Mrs. Delahunty would come over and make suggestions.

"Did you enjoy The Giving Tree, girls? If so, I think you would love Where the Wild Things Are. Sit down and we’ll read it together."

Afterward she’d ask us questions. Do you think Max really went away? What do you think actually happened? Mrs. Delahunty said that answering questions helped our brains understand what we’d read. As the year went on, Mrs. Delahunty chose more and more difficult books for us, and by the year’s end, according to Mrs. Delahunty, we had the vocabulary of twelve-year-olds! Because of this, the following year we skipped prep and went straight into grade one. Mum was very proud of this. Lots of people said things to us like What a wonderful mum you must have! and Your mum must have spent a lot of time reading to you.

The first time someone said that, I started to point out that, no, it wasn’t Mum who spent time reading to us, but then Rose tapped her bracelet against mine. Mum had given us our bracelets when we were born—mine was engraved with a fern, and Rose’s with a rose. Somewhere along the way, they became our way of talking to each other without talking. Rose always taps her bracelet against mine as a warning. Stop. It’s a good system that almost always works. There’s only been one time that Rose couldn’t stop me from doing the wrong thing and that was a mistake that will haunt me for the rest of my

Reviews for The Good Sister

[oldblack-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Predictable romance with an added element of suspense and crime.

[alanna1122 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Hepworth has become one of the most reliable authors for me. Such a engrossing read, I was hooked from very early on. Some of the characterization of the protagonist seemed a bit over the top and took me out of the story once in a while - but it felt fresh and fast - things I really love in a summer read. I will definitely keep looking for Hepworth books!

[marquis784-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A complex story about two sisters who essentially raised themselves since their mother was negligent and homeless relying on the kindness of others for food and shelter. The girls have a few rare pleasant memories when her mother had a boyfriend. They found Gary kind before her mother moved on to Daniel who had a young son, Billy.

The book begins describing a tragedy that occurred one day while Rose and Fern were swimming with Billy. The story alternates between perspectives of Rose, told through her diary, and Fern. They practically grew up in the library because it was a safe place to go as homeless people during the day. They felt the maternal instincts from Mrs Delahunty, the librarian, who sensed they were neglected.

As adults, it’s no surprise that Fern becomes a librarian. At 28 years old she is one of the youngest librarians at the library. She has difficulty making and maintaining friendships due her being on the autism spectrum. She is efficient and capable but still feels dependent on Rose who has always been there for her.

Rose gets married to Owen and desperately wants to have a baby. She is overly obsessed with this desire so much so that her husband goes away on business. He hopes that time alone and therapy will help her cope with her fertility issues. She continues to be a strong influence on Fern who trusts her sister to always look out for her. Their relationship becomes strained when Fern develops a relationship with Rocco Ryan, a man she meets at the library, but calls “Wally”.

Both girls have different memories of what happened all those years ago at the lake when Billy drowned. Fern always carried the guilt of having accidentally killed him. They rarely discuss it but often reflect on their childhood especially given their mother is in a nursing home. There is a pivotal point where memories from the past emerge to expose the truth that lay hidden for many years.

It’s a story of family, loyalty, betrayal, new beginnings.

I received a complimentary digital copy of this book from the publisher and NetGalley. This review is my voluntary and unbiased opinion.

[bookworm12_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A rotating POV between Fern, a woman with a sensory processing disorder, and her sister Rose who is often the one who cares for her. This one flipped my expectations, left me anxious with worry for the characters, and didn't disappoint. To avoid spoilers I'll just say I was rooting for certain characters with all my heart. The ending wasn't unpredictable, but it was still a fun ride! It reminded me a bit of Elinor Oliphant but with a bit more of a thriller twist.

[baochuan-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

One of the twin sister gaslight the other sister which makes the story a bit terrifying. One can try to avoid manipulative person, but you can't avoid your family members.

[dawnlovesbooks · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Enjoyed this book about two twin sisters and their troubled past and complex relationship. The question is, which one is the good sister and which one is lying?

[bereanna · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I listened to this one. A very good story though I kept thinking the diary entries should move faster. Perhaps had I read them they would have, but this was a great listen as I walked outdoors. Fraternal twins, one on the autistic scale, the other normal are now grown. One wants a baby but can’t get pregnant, so the other decides to have one for her without telling the first. The latter chooses a guy who she begins to fall for, but her sister reminds her that she could never be a good mother because of something she did in childhood.

[jynell-71874 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Most of the book is from Fern's view with snippets of Rose's diary. Fern is, without saying it, on the autism spectrum. Most of the book gives the reader a look inside her head as she navigates through current day. Rose's diary gives us insight into their childhood. Fern is practically unable to function without her sister despite having her own flat and a job at the library.

However, when Fern meets Wally, things begin to change and the sisters' relationship begins to fracture. In order to know who is the "good sister" and just who is the villain, you'll have to read it.

I love twisty psychological thrillers such as this one. No gore, no foul language... just psychological warfare at play. If you've thought of trying thrillers, give this one a go!

[hcnewton · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

"I imagine, being twins, the bond is even more unique. If you get along, that is.” She laughs. Beverly doesn’t seem to be expecting an answer, and I am glad. If she had, I might have told her the truth. That people without sisters think it’s all sunshine and lollipops or all blood and guts. But actually it’s always both. Sunshine and guts. Lollipops and blood. Good and bad. The bad is as essential to the relationship as the good. Maybe the bad is even more important, because that’s what ties you together.A TALE OF TWO SISTERSThis is about a pair of fraternal/dizygotic twins and their efforts to provide one of them with the baby she and her husband can't have.Sort of. Kind of. Mostly. There's a lot more going on, but that's the core.We get told the story of these two from the perspectives of each twin. Let's break it down that way.FERN CARTERFern is a librarian—she's not really comfortable with people. Or with anything other than her routine. She describes others toward the end as neurotypical, which was nice, but it's not really necessary, she's clearly on the Spectrum somewhere. She's overly sensitive to stimulus, not fond of touch, and bad with interpersonal relations and communications.She's great with people in circumstances she's comfortable in—for example, the library. Reading to kids in the children's library, recommending books to patrons, and dealing with the homeless people seeking shelter and showers, for example.She also knows how much she owes her sister. So when she discovers that despite her desire to become a mother, Rose can't, Fern takes it upon herself to get pregnant for her.And things become even more interesting for her from there.ROSE CASTLEWe get Rose's perspective from a journal she's keeping—she tells us right away that this is a therapy assignment and not something she's doing on her own. This is to help her process her childhood and some things she's going through right now—like marriage problems.From their early childhood, she's taken on the role of protector to her sister—that has never stopped. And her journal entries show all the ways she's been doing that.We get a lot more of Fern's first-person narration than we do of Rose's journals. But it's Rose's perception that sets the agenda for the novel.A word of warning—Rose is molested by one of her mother's boyfriends. It's clear that's what's going on, but Hepworth doesn't get too detailed about it. Very little space is given to it, but it's there.BUT...This is a psychological/domestic thriller—that's clear, it's marketed as one. So, despite everything I just said, you know that not all is right with these two and their life. The trick is figuring out what's wrong and why.SO, WHAT DID I THINK ABOUT THE GOOD SISTER?I spent so much of this book wondering why my friend suggested this for me—why would anyone think I'd enjoy this? Yes, it was well-written; yes, it was suspenseful; yes, I was interested in the story; yes, I really wanted things to work out for Fern and to understand Rose; yes, the pages were flying by (I read this faster than anything I've read for a month or so); no, I was not enjoying the experience. It's a good read, just not my thing. I wasn't thinking of stopping, I just didn't see why I should bother going on.But for the last hundred pages or so, I started to wonder if I really was enjoying it. The last 40 +/- pages? I loved it. Seriously, I had a blast with it.Hepworth did a really good job telling the story and keeping you guessing about what was going on, why X said something, or Y did something. You can get a pretty good idea about all that, and probably make some strong guesses. But you're going to be a little bit off (at least). Until Hepworth gets you right where she wants you, and then she just tells you what you need to know. Then, it's about taking all it in, while holding on for a very taut and tense conclusion.This isn't going to go down as one of my favorite books—but it's going to be one I recommend to people (I have a list of them in mind already), and it's one I'd recommend to any of you who dig psychological thrillers or just want something a little different. You'll likely end up liking it far earlier than I did and wonder what's wrong with me.

[shazjhb · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Excellent story. Lovely unusual characters and fabulous twists.

[zoes_human · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Non-spoiler content warning: This book portrays a mother with a Narcissistic Personality Disorder. This is gonna be a no-fault DNF for me. This mom is SO much like my mom, and I don't need that. IDK if it goes past the emotional abuse and into physical, but be advised that the author clearly knows their shit when it comes to that kind of trauma.

[janismack · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This was, what I call, a little book, easy to read with an interesting subject. It is the story of fraternal twin girls Fern and Rose. Fern has sensory issues and must avoid bright lights, loud noises and crowds. Rose cannot have a baby so Fern decides to have one for her.

[ftbooklover · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Fern Castle and her twin sister, Rose have been close all of their lives. Fern has sensory issues, so Rose believes that it is her job to care for her sister's well being, but when Rose goes to London to make a fresh start with her husband, Owen, Rose meets a homeless man named Wally who has been using the showers available in the back of the library where Rose works. Fern thinks Wally may provide the sperm that she needs to get pregnant so that she can give her baby to Rose, who has been unable to conceive. However, the more time Fern spends with Wally, the more she grows to like him and wonders if he might actually be her boyfriend.

The build up to the ending in The Good Sister, takes a long time to develop. The beginning actually feels more like a romance than a suspense story. For most of the book, we get Rose's perspective through journal entries that hints at a childhood of mental and sexual abuse. Fern's perspective is much more in-the-moment, and her straight forward, no nonsense attitude makes her easy to like. The twist near the end of the story is foreshadowed so much that it is not a surprise at all. Overall, The Good Sister is a decent suspense story that includes an effective representation of how those with autism can live productive, healthy lives, while those who suffer from mental illness can extract a toll on everyone. 3 1/2 stars

[desiree_reads · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Alternating between sweet, creepy, romantic, and chill-inducing, fans of suspense will be sure to love this one.

Our heroine, Fern, is an adorably awkward library worker. She keeps to herself, with the exception of reling religiously on her sister, Rose, to help her navigate the stresses of life. She doesn’t particularly care for other people all that much, and loud noises and bright sights can send her into a tailspin. Plus, she’s harboring a terrible secret.

When she meets another awkward soul, whom she affectionately dubs “Wally”, she begins to find new reserves and energy and determination buried within herself. And, too, through her friendship with Wally, she begins to question everything she thought she knew.

A big thank you to Sally Hepworth, St. Martin’s Press, and NetGalley for providing an Advance Reader Copy in exchange for this honest review.

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[lauigl · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Rose and Fern Castle are fraternal twins. Fern relies heavily on her sister Rose and trusts her to keep her calm and in control.  Fern, while fully capable of working and living on her own, has a disorder that causes her to experience sensory overload when exposed to too much light, sound or commotion. Rose knows how to rescue her sister from those unpleasant situations and comforts her, and Fern is grateful. Rose is Fern’s “person.”Rose and Owen’s marriage is in trouble. Rose wants a baby so badly that it’s put a strain on her marriage. Fern could give her beloved sister that special gift.  Her new beau, Wally, would be a good candidate. He’s incredibly smart and financially set. He understands Fern’s behavior and still accepts her and cares deeply for her. But one thing he disagrees  with Fern on is Rose’s character.  Wally doesn’t trust Rose. What if Rose isn’t so special after all?Secrets, lies, deceit, suspense, excellent characterization and a surprising ending, The Good Sister has a mix of elements that makes it hard to put down.  I liked the structure—short chapters composed of present day and intermittent journal entries by each sister. I particularly loved Fern’s character. She was quirky and straight-forward.  The book kept me guessing about Rose and Fern—which one was the good sister? I truly enjoyed trying to figure out which sister I could trust.  I would have given the book five stars but the ending, although good, was lacking something. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I wanted a little more. Overall, I loved The Good Sister and highly recommend it. 

[bookczuk · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Summer 2021 pandemic resurgence/Delta variant read. I was expecting a twist, even expected this one though not in its final format. But then again, I only have brothers, no sister.

[rumuse · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This was an entertaining read. The main character is a female librarian who is 'on the spectrum,' high functioning in most ways but terrified of inescapable social gatherings, and unable to tolerate a lot of sensory stimulation. She believes that she unintentionally murdered a friend when she was twelve, and that she can't be trusted around vulnerable people, especially children - except in her job as a librarian. She struggles with low self-esteem and guilt and is highly dependent on her neurotypical twin sister.It was fascinating to see the world from this young woman's eyes. The plot thickens as she becomes friends with a young man, and her backstory is slowly revealed as present-day events unfold.

[heatherlinc · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

"The Good Sister" was an intriguing read from the first page. At first I was unsure who the 'good sister' was. Were they both good or were neither of them good? I liked how the story was from the viewpoint of both sisters - Fern through the first person narrative and Rose through her journal. Fern's voice was present day whereas Rose gave the reader an insight into the twins' past.I particularly like Fern with her quirky personality, her sensory processing disorder and the fact she worked in a library. I also adored her friend, Wally. Although a tad predictable there were still enough twists throughout the novel to keep me intrigued and invested in the novel and its characters."The Good Sister" turned out to be a light, entertaining thriller about a dysfunctional family and two complex sisters. I will be looking for other novels by Ms Hepworth in the future.

[bookanonjeff · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Compelling Family Drama. This one was pretty wild. On the one hand, you've got one twin sister who seems to be Autistic, though that word is never once used. Instead, Hepworth simply claims various "sensory processing disorders" (many of them very similar to this Autistic's own, fwiw) and shows this twin taking things very literally, not reading people very well, etc. IOW, classic signs of Autism - but again, that word is never once used in the text. Which is both cool and irritating. The other twin is a diabetic that feels she must always protect her Autistic sister. Except... let's just say the twins don't always remember the same events the same way. ;) Deeper into the book, a much larger conspiracy develops that really turns the back half of the book to near breakneck speeds. And then those last words... Truly excellent book, even without the use of the one word, and very much recommended.

[nyiper · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Of course I couldn't put this book DOWN!!! I had tears near the end...wonderful story that just plain pulls you right in!! And the characters!!!! What's not to love with Fern and Wally????? Another delightful book by Sally Hepworth!!!! Every single one of them---perfection....I'm so envious of people who haven't read all of her books yet!!!

[gpangel_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Good Sister by Sally Hepworth is a 2021 St. Martin’s Press publication. Fern and Rose are fraternal twins. Yet, Rose is stable and mature, while Fern is on the autism spectrum. After a tumultuous childhood, Rose looks after her sister, who works at a library. Because Fern once did something really, really, bad, and because Rose’s marriage has hit a rough patch, Fern wants to make everyone happy again- and she knows just what she can do to make that happen. While Rose is away, Fern sets her plan in motion… What could possibly go wrong? I breezed through this one in record time. For a little while I was not exactly sure where Hepworth was leading me and sat nervously on the edge of my seat waiting for the other shoe to drop. Obviously, some terrible things have already transpired as we get a glimpse into the twins’ childhood. We also know that the girls were directly involved in disquieting tragedy as children, and now it looks as if trouble may be brewing again. What is so alarming is that we don’t know WHO will strike, or when, or how… for a while, at least. The only downside to being a crime fiction loyalist, having read mysteries since I was in elementary school, is that original plots are often far and few between. The good/bad sister trope is hardly original, having been done six ways from Sunday. Once it became clear which direction the story was headed, the wind went out of my sails a little, but I was so concerned about the characters, I was turning pages at warp speed. Turns out that although I knew- and I suspect, once most readers reach a certain point in the book, they will have caught on, as well- what the big plot twist was, there were a few stunning developments I did not see coming and the last chapter was truly psycho!! Once I had a little time to think about the story, I realized that, in hindsight, it was much more cunning than I had originally given it credit. Still, the cleverness is in the well-drawn characterizations, without which, the doubts, concerns, and suspense, wouldn’t have been possible. This is only the third book I have read by this author- but this one is a little different, having an edgier quality, utilizing another form of suspense from what I was expecting. Some of the emotional depth and relatability were lacking here, but overall, this was an absorbing, twisted little page turner!! 3.5 stars

[carole888fort · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Good Sister by Sally Hepworth is a family drama with a twist. Rose and Fern are fraternal twin sisters, and there the similarities end. Fern is a librarian with sensitivities to loud sounds, bright lights and any deviation from the daily stream of things. She is very close to her sister Rose and has supper with her three times a week. Because Fern depends on her, Rose is the domineering alpha twin. When Fern realizes that Rose is unable to conceive a child, she decides to become pregnant in order to give Rose a baby. That is how strong their bond is. The novel alternates from the twins’ adult life to their past, with their mother. But the past intrudes on their present. And their lives will be turned upside-down. This is a family drama that quickly evolves into a thriller. Each chapter reveals more and more suspenseful information, confusing the reader and leading to an explosive conclusion. The Good Sister is tense and cringe-worthy but it is also mesmerizing. Highly recommended. Thank you to St. Martin’s Press, NetGalley and the author for the e-ARC in exchange for an honest review.

[sheriawilkinson · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The Good Sister by Sally HepworthFern and Rose are very close, fraternal twins who have always had a strong bond. Their Mother was not always a strong point in their lives while growing up. Fern has sensory issues which makes daily life a challenge, but she can always count on Rose. Rose yearns to have a baby but has fertility issues. Fern thinks she has the answer to her sisters problem, a sister who has always been there for her.The story moves at a fast pace told through alternating voices, Fern and Rose, as well as Rose's journal. The characters are well developed and (both) are hiding secrets. I liked Fern from the beginning, she has a kind heart and good intentions. Rose is the opposite. While successful, confident and no nonsense, she knows what she wants out of her life.A great plot with twists and turns, secrets, suspense and intense moments. I was hooked from the first page. Just when I thought I had it figured out a new development occurred. I really enjoyed The Good Sister and highly recommend to those who like a good psychological/thriller/suspense.

[maydacat_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Rose and Fern are fraternal twins. Fern has sensory issues, and Rose has always looked out for her. Their father abandoned the family early in their lives, and their mother was hard pressed to provide for them, sometimes with the help of some objectionable boyfriends. Now adults, the mother is in institutional care, Fern is a librarian, and Rose is married. Rose is unhappy that she can’t conceive a baby, and Fern is anxious to make Rose’s dream of being a mother come true. The past holds many dark secrets, and these sisters are bound together by them. But a new man in Fern’s life is the catalyst that begins a chain of events that will free one sister while condemning the other. Told from the view points of the two sisters, this psychological thriller will have you wondering where the truth really lies. The more you read, quicker you will want to finish the story. Sally Hepworth has a knack for writing a good thriller, but she still plays fair with her readers who try to guess the outcome. Well done.

[grandmacootie · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

We learn a lot about the Castle twins from Rose’s diary and Fern’s narrative of her daily activities. We learn that they are close, as close as you would expect twins to be. We learn that Rose takes care of Fern and always has, that their childhood was unstable, their mother was a sociopath whose true nature only Rose could see. And we learn that Fern did something really, really bad when they were 12 and because of it her life – and future – are severely limited. After all, she can’t be trusted not to do a bad thing again. She needed protecting then and she needs it now, and Rose is right there to provide it.Rose is struggling. Her journal tells us that taking care of Fern, dealing with their mother, and now with a husband absent on business and maybe absent for good, has taken a toll. She wants her husband to come home, she wants a baby, she wants the happy family she didn’t have as a child.Fern, on the other hand, despite the sensory processing issues she has had her entire life, is charming and delightful. She loves her job at the library, her small circle of friends, and especially her sister, Rose. And when she meets Wally – well, I just couldn’t stop smiling at their every encounter. And at her plans for him. I wouldn’t want to have Fern’s issues, but I do wish I had her ability to use logic to get to the heart of things. No subterfuge with Fern. She is direct and honest and clear about what she thinks. She follows a straight line of reasoning: researching, analyzing and coming to a conclusion. Of course her conclusion doesn’t always fit with what society says is “normal,” but when you break it down it makes perfect sense.So we think we know a lot about the sisters, but as we get farther into the story, we realize all we really know is that Fern has sensory processing issues. Everything else is kind of up for grabs. Everything that has happened to them, everything they say and do, is subject to interpretation. Nothing is nearly as clear as it originally seems.And that’s the beauty of The Good Sister and what makes it thrilling, utterly compelling, unputdownable, brilliant. Rose is the good sister, right? She has sacrificed much of her own happiness to take care of Fern. Or is Fern the good sister? Because what you see is what you get, no lies, no fakes, right? The more I read the more unclear everything became, the more jumbled, the more I had to turn back to see if what I just read meant what I originally thought it did. There are lots and lots of clues hidden in the story, and as a picture started to emerge I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t stop reading, had to know which one was truly the good sister.Thanks to St. Martin’s Press for providing an advanced copy of The Good Sister via NetGalley for my reading pleasure and honest review. I always love Sally Hepworth’s book and The Good Sister was no exception. All opinions are my own. I thoroughly enjoyed it and recommend it without hesitation.

[lorikboyd · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Ms. Hepworth’s books, for me, have a tendency to start on the slower side. She lolls you into a safe place and you start wondering where the story is. Then, bam...the story takes off and everything she led you to believe, is turned upside down. Twins, Fern and Rose, are as different as night and day. Fern is quirky, with sensory issues, who loves her job and needs routine. Rose is more mainstream, married, but going thru a rough patch, always looking out for Fern. Enter Rocco, an lovable quirky character in his own right, who Fern names Wally due to his resemblance to a book character. This is a twisted story of family, reality isn’t what we always see or are led to believe. You will fall in love with some characters, and question the motives of others. Well written, excellent character development. Thanks to Ms. Hepworth, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley for this ARC. Opinion is mine alone!

[tamidale · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Loved this book! I’m having a book hangover. I don’t see how my my next read can top this one! This was my second Sally Hepworth book and it definitely will not be my last.The story centers around Fern and Rose, fraternal twin sisters. Fern has sensory issues and Rose suffers from type 1 diabetes. For most of their lives, Rose has paved the way for Fern.Throughout their growing up years Rose and their mother had a troubled relationship. Rose felt their mother favored Fern.Once the girls are grown Rose is still helping with Fern and they see other several times a week. When Fern finds out something about Rose, she wants to help her and this action leads to a series of events that neither sister saw coming.I’m not saying anymore because this book is best when you read it not knowing anything. But, rest assured, things are not as they seem.I highly recommend this to readers who love mystery, thrillers and contemporary fiction. This is one of the few books that I will add to my favorites list this year.Many thanks to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for allowing me to read an advance copy. I’m happy to give my honest review.

[purple_pisces22 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A new book by Sally Hepworth. Does anything else need to be said? If you must know, once again, Ms. Hepworth nails it.
Fern and Rose are twins. Living with their single mother, they appear to live a life that is not what one would consider perfect. In fact, it’s a life that most would consider pretty awful... or is it?
This book had me questioning nothing. I literally took everything I read as the truth. Maybe it is the truth though. But who’s truth is it actually? As a long-time reader of suspense books, I should know better, but I was taken in by the amazing writing and the very believable characters.
Since the book is not out until April, I will leave it at that for now. Thank you to NetGalley for the free advanced e-book in exchange for my honest review.
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[runner56_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Fern and Rose, fraternal sisters, are very close siblings. Rose might view herself as the more pragmatic decision maker, and Fern the organised librarian, mildly autistic, in her own ordered world. As young children they lived a chaotic transient, abusive existence, with their mum and various questionable lovers.Rose and partner Owen, unable to have children, are overjoyed when Fern offers herself as surrogate mum. The story is delightful, at times a little dark, and is told in the alternate voices of the two sisters. To say more would spoil the delights awaiting an expectant reader, with an ending that is surprising and very neatly executed. Recommended. Many thanks to the good people at netgalley for a gratis copy in exchange for an honest review and that is what I have written.

[squirrelhead_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Good Sister is a twisty story about twins who have an unconventional upbringing. They are devoted to one another and you'll learn more about their relationship through journals as written by Rose. Fern is the sister who is completely dependent on Rose yet is quite a capable young woman, one who doesn't realize her potential and abilities. Fern is so likeable but there is something a bit off about her. She has a keen mind for detail and a practical way of examining a situation. Black and white with no gray area, as an engineer, socially awkward yet confident.Rose appears to have her life together, has a lovely home and clearly takes care of Fern. Still, Rose's husband has left her and she wants to have a baby. Right from the beginning you will see how Rose manipulates Fern, steers her a particular direction so it seems it's Fern's idea. We read about the childhood experiences she and Fern endure through her journals and their mother is not kind. It's a dysfunctional family drama with hints of the ending surfacing early on in the book. Still, it's well written and I wasn't tempted to put it aside. The sister with the dark side is gradually developed in this story.Thank you to NetGalley for the advanced readers copy of this book. I was not compensated for the review and opinions are all mine. This book will be published 13 April 2021.Genre is mystery and thriller/women's fiction.