After my first novel, Three Wishes, was accepted for publication I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it was all an elaborate practical joke. Even after I received my first bound copies of the book, it didn’t feel real, and when I went into a bookshop and saw it sitting on a shelf it still wasn’t enough (perhaps a family member had planted it there moments earlier?) It didn’t feel real until the day I was sitting on a Sydney ferry, reading a novel, and the girl sitting next to me pulled out a battered paperback from her bag, and I looked over idly to see what she was reading, and it was THREE WISHES! By me! I can still feel the rush of goose-bumps I experienced. Since then, it’s happened again on a handful of occasions. A woman at a hairdresser. Someone at the airport. Once, I was watching the news and they were reporting on a bus crash. People’s possessions were strewn all over the road. And there was my book. The pages blowing in the wind. (That was creepy. I felt strangely responsible. Although presumably the bus driver hadn’t been reading it while he drove.) Ten years later, I’ve written five novels, and for the first time a book I wrote has made it on to the New York Times bestseller list. I receive emails from readers from all over the world. Yet I am still a little bit stunned that I can sit here at my computer making up a story and that people will actually one day read it. I am therefore honoured and delighted that The Husband’s Secret has been chosen by the lovely people at SheReads as your September Book Club choice. (They must have read it!) I hope you enjoy The Husband’s Secret. Maybe don’t read it on the bus.
We’re giving away a copy of THE HUSBAND’S SECRET, along with two other books by Liane Moriarty. You can enter to win all three books here.