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THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER 'Delicious' Nigella Lawson 'Clever and
beguiling' Guardian 'Sublime and immersive' Jojo Moyes Erica is
eighteen and ready for freedom. It's the summer of 1960 when she
lands on the sun-baked Greek island of Hydra where she is swept up
in a circle of bohemian poets, painters, musicians, writers and
artists, living tangled lives. Life on their island paradise is
heady, dream-like, a string of seemingly endless summer days. But
nothing can last forever. 'A surefire summer hit ... At once a
blissful piece of escapism and a powerful meditation on art and
sexuality' Observer 'Heady armchair escapism ... An
impressionistic, intoxicating rush of sensory experience' Sunday
Times 'If summer was suddenly like a novel, it would be like this
one. Immaculate' Andrew O'Hagan
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Three Summers (Paperback)
Margarita Liberaki; Translated by Karen Van Dyck; Introduction by Polly Samson
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With a new introduction by Polly Samson, Sunday Times bestselling
author of A THEATRE FOR DREAMERS 'Gorgeous... the written
equivalent of lying in the sun eating figs' India Knight, Sunday
Times 'That summer we bought big straw hats. Maria's had cherries
around the rim, Infanta's had forget-me-nots, and mine had poppies
as red as fire. . .' Three Summers is a warm and tender tale of
three sisters growing up in the countryside near Athens before the
Second World War. Living in a ramshackle old house with their
divorced mother are flirtatious, hot-headed Maria, beautiful but
distant Infanta, and dreamy and rebellious Katerina, through whose
eyes the story is mostly observed. Over three summers, the girls
share and keep secrets, fall in and out of love, try to understand
the strange ways of adults and decide what kind of adults they hope
to become. 'The sun has disappeared from books these days... You
are one of those who pass it on' Albert Camus to Margarita Liberaki
'The literary equivalent of a sun-soaked holiday in Greece' Culture
Whisper 'A leisurely, large-hearted coming-of-age novel, earthy and
innocent, nostalgic and beautifully rendered' Kirkus 'A dreamy,
cinematic tapestry of Greek village life' NPR
BY THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF A THEATRE FOR DREAMERS An
Observer Book of the Year 'Brilliant, tender and beautiful' ANDREW
O'HAGAN 'A dark, sexy little masterpiece' JOJO MOYES 'An addictive,
cleverly structured and intriguing relationship story of lies and
flawed communication' SUNDAY TIMES Book of the Week 'Entices you to
revel in its languid, beautifully written prose while demanding
that you turn the page to discover the secrets it holds ' OBSERVER
Paperback of the week Julian's fall begins the moment he sets eyes
on Julia. Julia is married and eight years Julian's senior.
Ignoring warnings from family and friends they give up all they
have to be together. Their new life offers immense happiness,
especially after their daughter Mira is born. But when Mira becomes
terrifyingly ill, it is impossible for Julia to conceal the
explosive secret that she has been keeping at the heart of their
lives.
'I want to know if men realise when they are insane. Sometimes I
think that my brain cannot hold together, it is filled with too
much horror - too much despair ...I cannot sleep, I cannot close my
eyes without seeing his damned face. If only it had been a dream.'
In 'The Doll', a waterlogged notebook is washed ashore. Its pages
tell a dark story of obsession and jealousy. But the fate of its
narrator is a mystery. Most of the stories in this haunting
collection were written early in Daphne du Maurier's career - when
she was still in her early twenties - yet they display her mastery
of atmosphere, tension and intrigue and reveal a cynicism far
beyond her years.
In an English seaside town, lovers and children, young men and
middle-aged women, weave in and out of each other's lives and
stories. A mother is tormented by her daughter's tattoo; another
only pretends to love her baby. A wife stalks her husband and his
new lover; a broken egg through a letterbox tells a story that will
not go away; the cat thinks he knows best. Threaded throughout are
longings for love and poignant disappointments, surprising
pleasures and temptations. Some will fall but some, like the small
boy at the circus who sees his babysitter fly past on a trapeze
wearing little more than a blue bra and spangles, will retain their
feeling of awe. PERFECT LIVES, follows Polly Samson's rapturously
received first collection, LYING IN BED. They are rueful, knowing,
witty, poignant, bashful, bold. Her genius is in the nuance.
Quite unlike her fair stepsisters, Lizzie is dark and secretive:
'Just like your father' says her mother. But what was her father
like? Photos of him are hidden away; snatches of overheard
conversation between her mother and her stepfather deepen the
mystery. Only her best friend Savannah - also abandoned by her
father when she was a baby - knows what it feels like to wonder, to
try and piece together an earlier story. But when events propel
Lizzie alone to London she stops wondering and starts searching...
Beautifully evoking the ache of childhood loss, the scrappy joys of
chaotic families, and the hurt and relief of understanding, OUT OF
THE PICTURE reveals Polly Samson's talent for laying bare the
uncomfortable truths that lie just under the skin - in every
family, in every secret.
Do you cover up or reveal it all; seek revenge or just reassurance;
let the truth be naked as the day or cloaked in a night-time story?
The men and women of Polly Samson's debut fiction all have stories
to tell, pasts to forget, futures to forge. Manipulative or meek,
used or using, all are aware of the power of truth, deception and
little white lies to get what they want or sometimes what they
deserve. Some are concerned with the economies of speech, those
little 'kindnesses' which protect our loved ones but really
ourselves; some investigate the warped logic which adults serve out
to children to keep them 'innocent'; all are concerned with the
beds we make and the lies we tell in them. . .
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