The Willow by M J Foster


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Camille bit through her lip the day we discovered the body. Not when we found it but later when I was talking to the policeman. She kept interrupting until finally the policeman told her to wait her turn.

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Sleeping Pills for Babies by Louise Beech


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Once upon a time, long ago, books were physical. The words inside the pages knew where to go and who to pair up with and so the stories were vivid and sensible and turned out well.  The best ones didn’t even include pictures for they only stole from the words. These physical books lived very happily on shelves and in cupboards and beside children’s beds and...

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Outside the Atmosphere by Shirley Golden


Cornfield before Thunderstorm


Pez is a couple of years older than me.  I’d always fancied him; all the girls in Year Eight did.  I used to daydream a future for us but JC said he was bad news, a train wreck.

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Closing In by Daniel Gothard


half full or half empty? 


It wasn't breaking and entering. He was still paying half the mortgage and the utility bills; surely he had a right to be in the house. 

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The Nearest Thing To Crazy : A Review


The Nearest Thing To Crazy
By Elizabeth Forbes
Published by Cutting Edge Press
Reviewed by Jessica Patient

Everything is not what it seems to be in Elizabeth Forbes’s gripping novel. The Nearest Thing to Crazy is a fantastic, tense story about identity, insecurities, manipulation and searching for the truth.

On the surface Cassandra has an idyllic life in the country – her passion for gardening has turned into a business, her daughter is at university, her husband has a successful career and she lives in a tight knit community with a close set of friends. A new neighbour, Ellie, moves into the village, bringing glamour and mystery to the village. Cassandra’s life unravels as she becomes increasingly suspicious of her new neighbour’s motives.

“I just needed to be able to turn my feelings over, spread them out in the palms of my hands and hold them up to the light.”