Moriarty's domestic drama features—to my great delight—a Sydney family of tennis superstars. I played competitively as a teen and relished the details of the Delaney family's world. In the early pages, the 69-year-old mother disappears, the father is the main suspect, and the children are scrambling to find better answers than the authorities can provide—which means all kinds of old skeletons are about to be dragged out of the closet. On the surface this looks like a murder mystery, but the layers beneath are equally important to the story: Moriarty smartly probes questions of how well we can ever know those we love, and how familial relationships shape us. These themes unite for a surprising and satisfying final reveal.




