Greenwich Park starts with prenatal yoga and ends with a punch to the gut. Katherine Faulkner’s debut is a twisty domestic thriller that unwraps like a baby shower gift with something sinister inside.
Helen is pregnant after years of loss, married to a charming architect, and living in a dreamy Victorian home. But when she meets Rachel—a chain-smoking, wine-guzzling hot mess at her prenatal class—her carefully built life cracks. Rachel latches on fast. She’s fun, unpredictable, and clearly hiding something. So is everyone else, apparently.
We get multiple narrators (Helen, her chic sister-in-law Serena, and Katie, a dogged reporter), all tied together by a dark event from their Cambridge days. Secrets bubble up like a bad casserole, and just when you think you’ve figured things out—bam!—another curveball.
Faulkner brings the tension with clever POV shifts and a solid pace, though the characters could’ve used more heart. They felt like puzzle pieces more than people. Still, the plot’s got bite, and the finale lands.
If you like your thrillers British, boozy, and full of secrets, Greenwich Park delivers. It’s not deep, but it’s fun—like a juicy gossip session you maybe regret later. Maybe.
4 stars
** Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher, for a free copy of this book for a fair opinion.