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The Family Upstairs: The #1 bestseller. ‘I read it all in one sitting’ – Colleen Hoover (English Edition) Formato Kindle
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*#1 UK SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER*
*OVER A MILLION COPIES SOLD*
*HOLLY WILLOUGHBY'S SUMMER READING HIGHLIGHT*
'I read it all in one sitting' COLLEEN HOOVER
'I loved The Family Upstairs!' SARAH JESSICA PARKER
'Really good, gripping. I couldn't bear for it to finish...' OLIVIA COLMAN
'A twisty and engrossing story of betrayal and redemption' IAN RANKIN
'Rich, dark and intricately twisted' RUTH WARE
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In a large house in London's fashionable Chelsea, a baby is awake in her cot. Well-fed and cared for, she is happily waiting for someone to pick her up.
In the kitchen lie three decomposing corpses. Close to them is a hastily scrawled note.
They've been dead for several days.
Who has been looking after the baby?
And where did they go?
Two entangled families.
A house with the darkest of secrets.
A compulsive thriller from Lisa Jewell.
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More love for The Family Upstairs ...
'My eyes were glued to this book! A brilliant thriller and must read!' HAYLEY MORRIS
'I genuinely struggled to put this one down.' THE UNMUMSY MUM
'You don't read a Lisa Jewell book, you fall into it.' ERIN KELLY
'Gripping, pacy, brilliantly twisty.' CLARE MACKINTOSH
'Creepy, intricate and utterly immersive: an excellent holiday read.' GUARDIAN
'I had an unrelentingly pleasurable and thrilling for-God's-sake-tell-me-what-happened sensation in my stomach for the entire read' RUTH JONES
'Absolutely brilliant' SARAH PINBOROUGH
'Lisa's Jewell's The Family Upstairs glitters like a blade and cuts even deeper' AJ FINN
'I was hooked from the first page' ALICE FEENEY
'Utterly compelling. Deliciously dark and twisty' JANE CORRY
'It's absolutely bloody brilliant' TAMMY COHEN
- LinguaInglese
- EditoreCornerstone Digital
- Data di pubblicazione8 agosto 2019
- Dimensioni file7112 KB
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Rich, dark and intricately twisted, this enthralling whodunnit mixes family saga with domestic noir to brilliantly chilling effect.
Twisty and engrossing story of betrayal and redemption. Reminiscent of Donna Tartt in scope and quality
Few writers of psychological suspense devise such swift, slippery plots; fewer still people their stories with characters so human and complex. Lisa’s Jewell’s The Family Upstairs glitters like a blade and cuts even deeper.
Creepy, intricate and utterly immersive: an excellent holiday read. ― Guardian --Questo testo si riferisce alla paperback edizione.
L'autore
LISA JEWELL was born in London in 1968.
Her first novel, Ralph's Party, was the best- selling debut novel of 1999. Since then she has written another eighteen novels, most recently a number of dark psychological thrillers, including The Girls, Then She Was Gone and The Family Upstairs (all of which were Richard & Judy Book Club picks).
Lisa is a New York Times and Sunday Times number one bestselling author who has been published worldwide in over twenty-five languages. She lives in north London with her husband, two teenage daughters and the best dog in the world.
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Libby picks up the letter off the doormat. She turns it in her hands. It looks very formal; the envelope is cream in color, made of high-grade paper, and feels as though it might even be lined with tissue. The postal frank says: “Smithkin Rudd & Royle Solicitors, Chelsea Manor Street, SW3.”
She takes the letter into the kitchen and sits it on the table while she fills the kettle and puts a tea bag in a mug. Libby is pretty sure she knows what’s in the envelope. She turned twenty-five last month. She’s been subconsciously waiting for this envelope. But now that it’s here she’s not sure she can face opening it.
She picks up her phone and calls her mother.
“Mum,” she says. “It’s here. The letter from the trustees.”
She hears a silence at the other end of the line. She pictures her mum in her own kitchen, a thousand miles away in Dénia: pristine white units, lime-green color-coordinated kitchen accessories, sliding glass doors onto a small terrace with a distant view to the Mediterranean, her phone held to her ear in the crystal-studded case that she refers to as her bling.
“Oh,” she says. “Right. Gosh. Have you opened it?”
“No. Not yet. I’m just having a cup of tea first.”
“Right,” she says again. Then she says, “Shall I stay on the line? While you do it?”
“Yes,” says Libby. “Please.”
She feels a little breathless, as she sometimes does when she’s just about to stand up and give a sales presentation at work, like she’s had a strong coffee. She takes the tea bag out of the mug and sits down. Her fingers caress the corner of the envelope and she inhales.
“OK,” she says to her mother, “I’m doing it. I’m doing it right now.”
Her mum knows what’s in here. Or at least she has an idea, though she was never told formally what was in the trust. It might, as she has always said, be a teapot and a ten-pound note.
Libby clears her throat and slides her finger under the flap. She pulls out a sheet of thick cream paper and scans it quickly:
To Miss Libby Louise Jones
As trustee of the Henry and Martina Lamb Trust created on 12 July 1977, I propose to make the distribution from it to you described in the attached schedule…
She puts down the covering letter and pulls out the accompanying paperwork.
“Well?” says her mum, breathlessly.
“Still reading,” she replies.
She skims and her eye is caught by the name of a property. Sixteen Cheyne Walk, SW3. She assumes it is the property her birth parents were living in when they died. She knows it was in Chelsea. She knows it was big. She assumed it was long gone. Boarded up. Sold. Her breath catches hard at the back of her throat when she realizes what she’s just read.
“Er,” she says.
“What?”
“It looks like… No, that can’t be right.”
“What!”
“The house. They’ve left me the house.”
“The Chelsea house?”
“Yes,” she says.
“The whole house?”
“I think so.” There’s a covering letter, something about nobody else named on the trust coming forward in due time. She can’t digest it at all.
“My God. I mean, that must be worth…”
Libby breathes in sharply and raises her gaze to the ceiling. “This must be wrong,” she says. “This must be a mistake.”
“Go and see the solicitors,” says her mother. “Call them. Make an appointment. Make sure it’s not a mistake.”
“But what if it’s not a mistake? What if it’s true?”
“Well then, my angel,” says her mother—and Libby can hear her smile from all these miles away—“you’ll be a very rich woman indeed.”
Libby ends the call and stares around her kitchen. Five minutes ago, this kitchen was the only kitchen she could afford, this flat the only one she could buy, here in this quiet street of terraced cottages in the backwaters of St. Albans. She remembers the flats and houses she saw during her online searches, the little intakes of breath as her eye caught upon the perfect place—a suntrap terrace, an eat-in kitchen, a five-minute walk to the station, a bulge of ancient leaded windows, the suggestion of cathedral bells from across a green—and then she would see the price and feel herself a fool for ever thinking it might be for her.
She compromised on everything in the end to find a place that was close to her job and not too far from the train station. There was no gut instinct as she stepped across the threshold; her heart said nothing to her as the estate agent showed her around. But she made it a home to be proud of, painstakingly creaming off the best that T.J.Maxx had to offer, and now her badly converted, slightly awkward one-bedroom flat makes her feel happy. She bought it; she adorned it. It belongs to her.
But now it appears she is the owner of a house on the finest street in Chelsea and suddenly her flat looks like a ridiculous joke. Everything that was important to her five minutes ago feels like a joke—the £1,500-a-year raise she was just awarded at work, the hen weekend in Barcelona next month that took her six months to save for, the MAC eye shadow she “allowed” herself to buy last weekend as a treat for getting the pay raise, the soft frisson of abandoning her tightly managed monthly budget for just one glossy, sweet-smelling moment in House of Fraser, the weightlessness of the tiny MAC bag swinging from her hand, the shiver of placing the little black capsule in her makeup bag, of knowing that she owned it, that she might in fact wear it in Barcelona, where she might also wear the dress her mother bought her for Christmas, the one from French Connection with the lace panels she’d wanted for ages. Five minutes ago her joys in life were small, anticipated, longed-for, hard-earned and saved-up-for, inconsequential little splurges that meant nothing in the scheme of things but gave the flat surface of her life enough sparkles to make it worth getting out of bed every morning to go and do a job which she liked but didn’t love.
Now she owns a house in Chelsea and the proportions of her existence have been blown apart.
She slides the letter back into its expensive envelope and finishes her tea.
--Questo testo si riferisce a un'edizione alternativa kindle_edition.
Dettagli prodotto
- ASIN : B07L4R6CWG
- Editore : Cornerstone Digital (8 agosto 2019)
- Lingua : Inglese
- Dimensioni file : 7112 KB
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- Screen Reader : Supportato
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- Memo : Su Kindle Scribe
- Lunghezza stampa : 442 pagine
- Posizione nella classifica Bestseller di Amazon: n. 61,428 in Kindle Store (Visualizza i Top 100 nella categoria Kindle Store)
- n. 131 in Thriller domestici
- n. 510 in Thriller psicologici
- n. 1,287 in Gialli e thriller (in inglese)
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Come per gli altri libri di L. J. si continua la lettura con piacere, giusto per conoscere come va a finire e quali segreti si celano dietro la narrazione. E The family upstairs non delude, con alcuni colpi di scena prevedibili, altri meno.
L'autrice racconta la storia da 3 punti di vista diversi, in diverse epoche storiche, che, come per altri suoi testi, poi si incrociano per l'epilogo finale. E' una modalità di scrittura che mi piace molto.
Purtroppo in questo libro la storia raccontata è molto inverosimile,
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a partire dall'adozione della protagonista, appena accennata, al finale che denota il successo delle ricerche del giornalista a fronte di anni e anni di insuccessi, è tutto un po' forzato, eccessivo, fantasioso.
Inoltre, insiste con l'inserire in ognuno dei libri una pseudo storia d'amore, totalmente inutile, che qui fortunatamente non viene troppo approfondita come in altri, ma rovina comunque il gore che questo tipo di libri dovrebbe avere.
Inoltre, alcuni personaggi si perdono letteralmente per strada - es. la madre adottiva. Poteva perfettamente ometterla.
Manca la caratterizzazione psicologica dei personaggi, tranne quella di Henry e un minuscolo accenno a David.
Tutto sommato una piacevole lettura.
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The characters were undeveloped which left many gaps. For example, why was the mother so easily swayed by Thomsen when she seemingly had it all? How did the family go broke before the cult formed. How did Birdie meet Thomsen?
It was a bit unrealistic: why would a GP smuggle children to France and dump them on a farm? What house in London would be unoccupied for 25 years without squatters? Libby and Miller suspected their phone had been tampered with but didn't think to buy a cheap pay as you go for their investigation. Didn't social services exist in the 90s? No visits from the school.
I could go on and on.




i didn't love this 1 at all but have loved lisas other books was really disappointed
to have spent £7.99 on this