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Invisible Girl: From the #1 bestselling author of The Family Upstairs (English Edition) Formato Kindle
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From the #1 bestselling author of THE FAMILY UPSTAIRS and THEN SHE WAS GONE comes an engrossing, twist-packed story of dark family secrets and betrayal.
'Her best yet.' JOJO MOYES
'Dark, furiously twisty and utterly gripping.' LUCY FOLEY
'A masterclass in how to write with pace and tension.' HARRIET TYCE
*****UK Sunday Times Bestseller, August 2020*****
YOU DON'T SEE HER. BUT SHE SEES YOU.
MIDNIGHT. In the bad part of town, where cats prowl and foxes shriek, a girl is watching...
When Saffyre Maddox was ten, something terrible happened, and she's carried the pain of it ever since. The man who she thought was going to heal her didn't, and now she hides and watches him, learning his secrets, invisible in the shadows.
Owen Pick is invisible too. He's never had a girlfriend; he's never even had a friend.
Nobody sees him. Nobody cares.
But when Saffyre goes missing from opposite his house on Valentine's Day, suddenly the whole world is looking at Owen.
Accusing him. Holding him responsible for Saffyre's disappearance...
INVISIBLE GIRL: an engrossing, twisty story of how we look in the wrong places for bad people while the real predators walk among us in plain sight.
'Gripping, disturbing and acutely observant; Jewell is an extremely special writer.' ALEX MARWOOD
'She isn't afraid of plunging an icy blade into her readers' hearts whilst examining the cruel realities of the world.' ADELE PARKS
'Compelling and surprisingly moving - Lisa Jewell never lets you down.' CLARE MACKINTOSH
'A wonderful slow-burn gripper - I loved it.' LOUISE CANDLISH
'An up-all-night gripping story with characters who feel as real as you and me.' ERIN KELLY
'Invisible Girl is quite brilliant in every way.' JANE CASEY
'Dark, gripping, emotionally intense. My heart hurt from being squeezed so tight.' TAMAR COHEN
'I loved it. Every damn word.' AJ FINN
'A breathtakingly brilliant novel by an author at the absolute top of her game.' JENNY COLGAN
'Lisa Jewell's dark and twisty thriller explores the murkier reaches of the human psyche, confounding expectations as it reaches a shocking denouement.' DAILY MAIL
'An engrossing and compelling read.' MIRROR
'Another twisty, turny and tangled thriller from Lisa Jewell.' RED
'Once again, Jewell delivers a story with characters you care about and enough twists to keep you hooked' GOOD HOUSEKEEPING
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BUT SHE SEES YOU.
Midnight: in an area of urban wasteland where cats hunt and foxes shriek, a girl is watching ...
When Saffyre Maddox was ten, something terrible happened and she's carried the pain of it ever since. The man she thought was going to heal her didn't, and now she hides, learning his secrets, invisible in the shadows.
Owen Pick is invisible too. He's never had a girlfriend; he's never even had a friend. Nobody sees him. Nobody cares.
But when Saffyre goes missing from opposite his house on Valentine's night, suddenly the world seems to be watching Owen.
Accusing him. Holding him responsible for Saffyre's disappearance ...
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MY NAME IS Saffyre Maddox. I am seventeen years old.
I am mostly Welsh on my dad’s side and partly Trinidadian, partly Malaysian, and a tiny bit French from my mum. Sometimes people try to guess my heritage, but they always end up getting it wrong. If anyone asks I just say that I am a mixed bag and leave it at that. No reason for anyone to know who slept with who, you know. It’s my business really, isn’t it?
I’m in my first year of sixth form at a school in Chalk Farm, where I’m doing maths, physics, and biology because I’m a bit of a nerd. I don’t really know what I want to do when I leave school; everyone expects me to go to university, but sometimes I think I’d just like to go and work in a zoo, maybe, or a dog groomer’s.
I live in a two-bedroom flat on the eighth floor of a tower on Alfred Road, right opposite a school I don’t go to, because they hadn’t actually built it when I started secondary.
My grandma died shortly before I was born, my mum died shortly afterward, my dad didn’t want to know, and my granddad died a few months ago. So I live alone with my uncle.
He’s only ten years older than me, and his name is Aaron. He looks after me like a father. He works at a betting shop, nine to five, and does people’s gardens on the weekends. He’s probably the best human being in the world. I have another uncle, Lee, who lives in Essex with his wife and two tiny daughters. So there are finally some girls in the family, but it’s a bit late for me now.
I grew up with two men, and, as a result, I’m not that great with girls. Or, more accurately, I’m better with boys. I used to hang out with the boys when I was a kid and got called a tomboy, which I don’t think I ever was. But then I started to change and became “pretty” (and I do not think I’m pretty; I just know that everyone I meet tells me that I am), and boys stopped wanting to hang out as a mate and got all weird around me, and I could tell that I’d be better off if I could harvest some girls. So I harvested some girls, and we’re not close—don’t reckon I’ll ever see any of them again once I’ve left school—but we get on OK just as something to do. We’ve all known each other a long, long time now. It’s easy.
So that’s the bare outline of me. I’m not a happy, happy kind of person. I don’t have a big laugh, and I don’t do that hugging thing that the other girls like to do. I have boring hobbies: I like to read, and I like to cook. I’m not big on going out. I like a bit of rum with my uncle on a Friday night while we’re watching TV, but I don’t smoke weed or take drugs or anything like that. It’s amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid.
I have a dark past, and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things, and I scare myself sometimes. I wake in the middle of the night, and I’ve twisted myself into my bedsheets. Before I go to sleep, I tuck my bedsheet under the mattress, really hard, really firm, so the sheet is taut enough to bounce a coin off. The next morning all four corners are free; my sheet and I are entwined. I don’t remember what happened. I don’t remember my dreams. I don’t feel rested.
When I was ten years old something really, really bad happened to me. Let’s maybe not get into that too deep. But yes, I was a little girl, and it was a big bad thing that no little girl should have to experience, and it changed me. I started to hurt myself, on my ankles, inside my ankle socks, so no one would see the scratches. I knew what self-harming was—everyone knows these days—but I didn’t know why I was doing it. I just knew that it stopped me thinking too hard about other things in my life.
Then when I was about twelve my uncle Aaron saw the scratches and the scars, put two and two together, and took me to my GP, who referred me to the Portman Children’s Centre for therapy.
I was sent to a man called Roan Fours.
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- ASIN : B084C235SJ
- Editore : Cornerstone Digital (6 agosto 2020)
- Lingua : Inglese
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- Lunghezza stampa : 407 pagine
- Posizione nella classifica Bestseller di Amazon: n. 91,922 in Kindle Store (Visualizza i Top 100 nella categoria Kindle Store)
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sorry but it was. There are no other words for it. It was not gripping, it did not twist, it was not unexpected it was plain boring. I always have to finish a book but I wish I hadn’t. It was predictable, nothing ground breaking and I am disappointed that I have read another book which is basically another books regurgitated. Come on Jewell this is unacceptable! I skim read a lot of it because frankly it was full of waffle, so I finished it in a day. I was expectant that there would be something dark, hopeful but it was a waste of paper that the words were written on. There is no plot, it isn’t developed quick enough. A girl goes missing but is hiding. A poor man has been accused just because he’s ‘odd’. A father cheated on his wife (again) and has some weird fetish. That’s it! Why was the father as a character not explored in more detail?!! Normally I pass on books to friends but this is one going straight to the charity shop. Please do not waste your money on this rubbish. I highly recommend, The Whispering Man, The Silent Patient or No one Home. These are far, far better and not from an author or who spits out any old nonsense. I will not be reading anymore Jewell books; it’s a waste of money and time. If I could give half a star I would!
I had to force myself to slow down and really savour this. The story, based around a sad, lonely and possibly quite creepy guy called Owen, grows with a slow, steady pace as tense as a stretched wire.
I found myself walking around worrying about Owen with his crooked haircut and unfortunate expression. Jewell touches on motherhood, incels, abuse, and fear but the tone is never preachy. Jewell has an absolute gift for making her characters spring off the page at you.
All of her books have this. She is so clever you feel a connection with some characters even though you are getting quite worried they might be evil. This is what enables her to explore complicated issues in a thoughtful way as she so humanises her characters. Every one of her novels has this lovely sympathy for her characters, despite their flaws. Jewell always find their humanity so your response to them is always multi-layered.
If you haven’t read Lisa Jewell I STRONGLY suggest you start now. This is SUCH a good book it hurt to read it, wrenched as I was with envy at her talent. But, like watching an athlete at the height of their powers there is something joyful about putting yourself in the hands of a master craftswoman like Jewell. She really does seem to just get better and better. Can’t wait for the next one.