What I’m Reading: Sally Hepworth

I’m always late to cultural moments. I haven’t watched White Lotus. I’ve never seen Squid Games. I subscribe to about four podcasts but I only listen regularly to two. I’m what you’d call a late adopter. Last week I had a good time watching Dad’s Army on Britbox (for the millionth time). I’ve just discovered that I really enjoy Leo Tolstoy. I considered watching Fleabag but decided I might get to it next year. That’s how late I am.

As a late adopter, it happens to me constantly that I’m wandering through life, blithely unaware of an author’s existence, and then bam! I see them everywhere, on every bookshelf, and everyone’s already read them.

This is what just happened to me with Sally Hepworth. I didn’t know about them until last weekend when I was at the shops, went to browse the book section, and there was an entire wall of her books staring at me. How did I never notice them before they reached critical bookshelf mass? I have no idea.

I bought The Younger Wife, started it on Sunday and finished it on Monday. And it was good. Like a lovely bath of domestic suspense. I immediately downloaded all her other books and started reading. I’m onto The Soulmate now and had to stop myself reading through the night because I had to get about and child wrangle in the morning. It’s good too.

I’m so pleased I finally found her books and that I’m a late adopter because now I have a small pile of them to get through. Finding a new author to glom makes me one happy reader. Being late has its advantages.