Book Review | The Daughter She Used to Be
Title: The Daughter She Used To Be
Author: Rosalind Noonan
About the Book:
Bernadette Sullivan grew up with a love of police work. Her father, Sully, served in the NYPD and her two brothers followed his footsteps. The conversations over the dinner table were always about the latest perp or great rescue and Bernie soaked it all up. To Bernie, her father was a hero, and it seemed nothing could change that.
Until the tragic accident.
The Sullivan family is torn apart as their own ideas of justice test the ties that have always held them together in the past. Bernie is torn between her love for her father and the things she knows her brother held dear, with only her conscience to guide her.
Rosaline Noonan is married to a member of the NYPD and it shows. She uses his unique insight to really develop the camaraderie that is so powerful between the men in the Sullivan family and their fellow police officers. I’ve never had a desire to be a part of police work, but after reading the dining room scenes with the whole family I wanted to be there, cheering the good guys on.
Each chapter focuses on the perspective of a different character which I found unique and surprising. This is Bernie’s story, and yet we are exposed to the emotions and thoughts of the other pertinent characters. I particularly found the chapters of Peyton Curtis to be particularly fascinating. It was interesting to read what Bernie thought about Peyton compared to what Peyton was actually all about.
There was so much more to this book than I had originally anticipated. I thought it would just be about Bernadette dealing with a father who wanted to take justice into his own hands, but there is so much more to it. It really makes you think about what your own reaction to this type of tragedy would be and how you feel about things like the death penalty. I thought I knew how I would handle something like this, but now I’m not so sure. These characters were so real and their pain was palpable, I could feel it through the pages. I would hope that I would react like Bernadette, with a steady head on my shoulders, but there really isn’t anyway to know without going through something like this. I hope no one ever has to find out what their own reactions would be.
*I received a copy of this book to review but I was not financially compensated in any way. The opinions expressed are my own and are based on my observations while reading this novel.*