My Lover’s Lover was my first Maggie O’Farrell and was a DNF for me. I bailed on page 22, two chapters in. This might have been a bit hasty but life’s too short, I’m not getting any younger and my to-be-read stack is sky high. I usually get a gut feeling from the first sentence, paragraph, chapter as to whether a book is going to grab me or not. With this one, I just found the characters, narrative and plot building really irritating. There is an underlying tension surrounding the disappearance of Sinead but not enough to keep me reading. ( )

This is a pretty good story of a woman obsessed with her lover's lover. Maggie O'Farrell 's wonderful use of language, metaphor and imagery elevates it to enjoyable. I think the main thing I dislike is that the women seem gullible and foolish in love. There is fleeting reminiscence of the plot of "Rebecca", but doesn't rise to the same level of quality. ( )

I really like Maggie O'Farrell's novels although I find it difficult to pigeon-hole them - the best I can do is describe them as chick-lit for people who usually read more literary fare. Except they aren't quite chick-lit. In any case, I read them when I want to relax with a novel, and yet still feel like my brain is involved.

My Lover's Lover concerns Lily, who moves into the spare room in Marcus's loft and soon after begins a relationship with him. The problem is that Marcus is in mourning for his last girlfriend, and Lily begins to see her around the loft. She becomes fixated on finding out what happened.

The first half of this book just wasn't very good. It wasn't terrible, just strained and unconvincing. It improved dramatically after the big twist, and became a solid and interesting story, but the chapters I had to read to get there were lackluster. This is O'Farrell's second novel and it reads as though she wasn't quite sure what she was planning as she went along. I'd recommend After You'd Gone or The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox to anyone, but My Lover's Lover is best avoided. ( )

Quand Lily rencontre Marcus, elle réalise assez vite que son passé amoureux est lourd et son silence obstiné ne fait que la troubler d'autant plus. Loin de l'histoire sentimentale qu'un résumé peut faire pressentir, ce roman psychologique d'une étonnante finesse, développe les mécanismes du désir, de la jalousie, de la suspicion, et du chagrin amoureux, tout en évitant les pièges du manichéisme et en jouant sur les codes romanesques. ( )

When Lilly meets Marcus at a gallery exhibit, she is immediately drawn to him, so when tells her that he is looking for a flatmate, she jumps at the chance. Yet when she gets there, the unmistakable presence of another woman lingers, reminders of her everywhere. When Lily and Marcus start sleeping together, the presence turns into a full-blown haunting, appearing only to her, and nearly driving Lily mad. Marcus won't talk about the other woman, his ex-girlfriend, only sharing that she "has left us," so Lily takes it upon herself to discover the truth.

I was riveted by the first half of the book, the haunting was creeping, and you could feel Lily's anguish and the madness that kept her from sleeping, from eating, unable to concentrate, and affecting every moment of her life. It was masterfully done, and exactly what I had come to expect from the author of The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox. However, once Lily learns the truth, halfway through the book, the story becomes something bland and trite and I found that I had to force myself to finish reading the book. By the end, I could barely see the connection between the two stories, and kept asking how the creepy haunting at the start of the novel related to anything that came after the words "Part Two."

I struggled over my rating of this book, and realistically would like to give it a 2.5 stars. I settled on 3 on the strength of Part One and leftover good feelings from my first novel by this author encouraged me to give her the benefit of the doubt. I'll give Ms. O'Farrell another chance (mostly because I already own another of her books), but I'm sincerely hoping the next novel is a bit more like the immensely enjoyable Esme Lennox and a little less like the confusing mess that My Lover's Lover turned out to be. ( )