#Bookreview by Lou of My Only Child by Sam Vickery #SamVickery @bookouture @sarahardy681

My Only Child
By Sam Vickery
Rated: 4 stars ****

Raw, Emotional and Realistic! This book will take you to the heart of grief and all that surrounds it and yet compel to read on right to the end. I am delighted to be bringing the blog tour to a close.
Thanks to Sarah Hardy and Bookouture for inviting me to review.
Follow down for more about the author, the blurb and my review.

About the Author

clone tag: -4312729434485756685
clone tag: 5629535739304161325

Sam Vickery is an English author who loves gritty, emotional stories that can        make  you sob. As a child, she was forever getting in trouble for being caught with   her nose in a book, and these days are no different. She lives on the south coast of   England with her husband, two children and a cat that thinks it’s a dog.


There he is, my baby boy. His eyes are closed, his tiny rosebud mouth is pursed in sleep. My eyes well up as I catch a whiff of his newborn skin and I swallow back a wave of emotion. I should feel happy, I should feel grateful, but all I can think about is everything I just lost…

It’s a miracle when Katherine’s baby boy is born healthy. But his twin sister doesn’t survive, and when Katherine is told she can’t have any more children the loss is almost too much for her to bear.

Katherine always saw herself having a big family: she remembers how the loneliness of being an only child used to overwhelm her, and she is desperate to adopt a sibling for her son.

But her husband Davis won’t agree. He worries that Katherine will struggle when the new baby arrives. What if growing their family only adds to the grief she feels over losing her little girl? What if this breaks their marriage apart?

And Katherine is forced to make a choice. Give up the second child she has always dreamed of or risk losing the family she already has?

An unforgettable and heart-wrenching page-turner about fighting for those we love. Readers of Jodi Picoult, Diane Chamberlain and Kate Hewitt will remember this story forever.



From the outset, this is dramatic with a hysterectomy being required and the utter sadness and devastation that Katherine has to live with. It’s high on very intense emotion. It’s a book that will resonate with so many people who have experienced loss and especially loss of a child.

The book goes between Katherine and Hazel. It isn’t all about the sadness though. There’s some more positive emotions too, through some heartwarming romance and care shown as the book flips a bit between “Then” and “Now”. This is a real family story of strength, growing up, romance, love in all different forms, sadness. It has it all. It isn’t a relaxing read, but then loss is anything but a chilled out experience and it is raw and then when opportunities are taken from you, they heighten even more and it is captured well in this book. The grief is written so believably. I’m sure many readers will have experienced grief before, even if not with the loss of a child, but with a loved one and will be able to easily empathise and sympathise with the characters and recognise the signs, including the physical ones. It’s pretty detailed. It is a book that you can, even though the subject matter is deep, get caught up in and be whisked all the way to the end in a couple of sittings.

There is hope for a future after experiencing so much devastating heartbreak and anguish, but there is also the sense of things tearing apart at the seams. It’s pretty realistic because after such grief, people do all react differently and it isn’t all plain-sailing, as is depicted throughout. The ending is so tender, it’s worth reaching there too.

My Only Child - BT Poster (1)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s