
In the present, Phoebe, the child of an alcoholic herself, is smart and sassy despite an abbreviated education and low self-esteem. Sam is her first real love: the first man she cares about because he’s good, rather than because he hurts her in the old familiar ways. When Sam’s cousin Evie contacts him for the first time since that terrible long ago summer, Phoebe accompanies Sam to meet Evie and her husband at their cabin in the woods. The visit goes well, until an elderly woman appears at the cabin, miles from anywhere, singing a song from Sam and Evie’s childhood and then disappearing into the night. She appears again in the morning, knocking at the door, only to stab Evie in the stomach. From there, things get stranger and stranger.
As the book progresses, Phoebe learns more about Evie and Lisa and what happened that summer, and she and Sam come closer and closer to a generations-old secret about the King of the Fairies and Sam’s family ties.
Don’t Breathe a Word will require you to suspend your disbelief quite a bit, and you may balk at some of the twists and turns, but overall, it’s unique and suspenseful. The childhood scenes are especially enjoyable, clear and believable. I didn’t love the ending: I could have done without the last chapter altogether, but the book was a good find and I’ll try more of Jennifer McMahon’s work.