The French Girl
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
They were 6 Oxford students spending an idyllic week together in a french farmhouse, until they met Severine. For Kate, she was an unwelcome presence, her beauty ruining the group. After a fight on the last day of holiday leads to Severine going missing,...
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They were 6 Oxford students spending an idyllic week together in a french farmhouse, until they met Severine. For Kate, she was an unwelcome presence, her beauty ruining the group. After a fight on the last day of holiday leads to Severine going missing, Kate knows nothing will ever be the same. 10 years later, her body is found, and Kate stands to lose everything as suspicion mounts around her.
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I Know What You Did Last Summer meets the French countryside in this exhilarating psychological suspense novel about a woman trapped by the bonds of friendship perfect for fans of The Widow and The Woman in Cabin 10.One of RealSimple's and Cosmopolitan's Best Books of the Month
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They were six university students from Oxford friends and sometimes more than friends spending an idyllic week together in a French farmhouse. It was supposed to be the perfect summer getaway...until they met Severine, the girl next door.
But after a huge altercation on the last night of the holiday, Kate Channing knew nothing would ever be the same. There are some things you can't forgive. And there are some people you can't forget...like Severine, who was never seen again.
A decade later, the case is reopened when Severine's body is found behind the farmhouse. Questioned along with her friends, Kate stands to lose everything she's worked so hard to achieve as suspicion mounts all around her. Desperate to resolve her unreliable memories and fearful she will be forever bound to the memory of the woman who still haunts her, Kate finds herself entangled within layers of deception with no one to set her free....
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Chapter 1
Looking back, the most striking thing is that she knew I didn t like her and she didn t care. That type of self-possession at the tender age of nineteen well, it s unnatural. Or French. She was very, very French.
It s Tom who calls to tell me the news. Perhaps that should have tipped me off that something was wrong. I can t remember when he last called me. Which is not to say he isn t in touch: unlike most of my male friends, he s remarkably good on e-mail. I suppose I thought he would be calling with glad tidings: an invitation to a party, or a wedding Tom s wedding after all, he s been engaged to Jenna for what seems like years.
But what he says is: Kate, do you remember that summer? Seven years in Boston hasn t changed his accent a bit: still unmistakably a product of the finest English schooling money can buy. An image jumps into my mind of him, as I last saw him two summers ago: his blue eyes standing out against tanned skin with freckles across his remarkable hooked nose, his rumpled dark hair long enough to curl. He won t look like that now after a hard New England winter, but the image won t shift.
I know exactly which summer he means: the summer after we finished university, when six of us spent an idyllic week in a French farmhouse. Idyllic, or mostly idyllic, or idyllic in parts . . . It s hard to remember it objectively since Seb and I split up immediately afterward. I opt for a flippant tone. Isn t it a bit like the sixties? If you can remember it you weren t there.
He ignores my teasing. The girl next door
Severine. I m not flippant anymore. And I no longer expect a party invitation. I close my eyes, waiting for what I know must be coming, and a memory floats up unbidden: Severine, slim and lithe in a tiny black bikini, her walnut brown skin impossibly smooth in the sun, one hip cocked with the
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foot pointing away as if ready to saunter off the moment she lost interest. Severine, who introduced herself, without even a hint of a smile to soften her severe beauty, as the mademoiselle next door, and who disappeared without a trace after the six of us left for Britain.
Yes, Severine. Tom pauses, the short silence pressing down the phone line. They found her. Her body.
I m silent. Yesterday, if I d thought about it all, which of course I hadn t, I would have said I didn t know if she would ever be found. With Tom s stark words it suddenly seems entirely fated, as if all possible paths were destined to converge on this discovery. I imagine her bones, clean and white after a decade left undiscovered, the immaculate skull grinning. She would have hated that, the inevitable smile of death; Severine who never smiled.
Kate? Still there? Tom asks.
Sorry, yes. Where did they find her? Her? Was a corpse still a her ?
The well, he says bluntly. At the farmhouse.
Poor girl, I sigh. Poor, poor girl. Then: The well? But that means . . .
Yes. She must have gone back. The French police will want to talk to us again.
Of course. I rub my forehead, then think of the white skull beneath my own warm flesh and drop my hand hastily. The well. I didn t expect that.
Are you okay? asks Tom, his deep voice concerned.
I think so. It s just . . .
A shock, he supplies. I know. He doesn t sound shocked. But I suppose he s had longer to get used to the idea. Will you t
Yes, Severine. Tom pauses, the short silence pressing down the phone line. They found her. Her body.
I m silent. Yesterday, if I d thought about it all, which of course I hadn t, I would have said I didn t know if she would ever be found. With Tom s stark words it suddenly seems entirely fated, as if all possible paths were destined to converge on this discovery. I imagine her bones, clean and white after a decade left undiscovered, the immaculate skull grinning. She would have hated that, the inevitable smile of death; Severine who never smiled.
Kate? Still there? Tom asks.
Sorry, yes. Where did they find her? Her? Was a corpse still a her ?
The well, he says bluntly. At the farmhouse.
Poor girl, I sigh. Poor, poor girl. Then: The well? But that means . . .
Yes. She must have gone back. The French police will want to talk to us again.
Of course. I rub my forehead, then think of the white skull beneath my own warm flesh and drop my hand hastily. The well. I didn t expect that.
Are you okay? asks Tom, his deep voice concerned.
I think so. It s just . . .
A shock, he supplies. I know. He doesn t sound shocked. But I suppose he s had longer to get used to the idea. Will you t
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Autoren-Porträt von Lexie Elliott
Lexie Elliott grew up in Scotland, at the foot of the Highlands. She graduated from Oxford University, where she obtained a doctorate in theoretical physics. A keen sportswoman, she works in fund management in London, where she lives with her husband and two sons. The rest of her time is spent writing, or thinking about writing, and juggling family life and sport.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Lexie Elliott
- 2018, Internationale Ausgabe, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,1 x 19,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 198480250X
- ISBN-13: 9781984802507
- Erscheinungsdatum: 26.11.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for The French GirlYou shouldn t have any trouble picking up Lexie Elliott s debut novel, The French Girl. It comes with a warning, though, because you will definitely have trouble putting it down. Richmond Times-Dispatch
The French Girl commands attention. The author provides the perfect dose of character development before unveiling eerie details from her cast's past, ensuring that we're properly unnerved when their lives begin to unravel. Associated Press
The shifting dynamics within the group will keep the reader guessing until the end. First novelist Elliott has done a phenomenal job of combining a whodunit with a Big Chill vibe. Library Journal (starred review)
A gripping mystery that delves into the past and the darker side of friendships, this book will have you questioning everything you think you know. The French Girl is a fantastic debut about tangled relationships, shifting perceptions, and the memories and people that haunt us. I was completely captivated from beginning to end. Megan Miranda, New York Times bestselling author of The Perfect Stranger
Scottish debut novelist Elliott, who holds a doctorate in theoretical physics from Oxford, launches a fiction-writing career with a smart, suspenseful thriller. Booklist
A maelstrom of complicated friendships and shifting alliances. This addictive debut will keep you up late into the night! Karen Dionne, author of The Marsh King's Daughter
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