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The Third Wife: From the number one bestselling author of The Family Upstairs (English Edition) Format Kindle
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You think you have the perfect life.
You're successful. Attractive. Well liked.
And you've just got married for the third time.
But that's OK, because everyone's happy. Your children are happy. You're happy. And so is your new wife.
But one tragic accident smashes your perfect life to pieces. Because everyone has secrets, and secrets have consequences.
Some of which can be devastating.
Another unforgettable novel from top 10 bestseller Lisa Jewell, author of Then She Was Gone and The Family Upstairs.
The Family Upstairs was the #1 Bestseller in the UK, Sunday Times, August 2019
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"Something of a moral fable about modern relationships, this is a smart and enjoyable story" (Sunday Mirror)
"A moving read from one of our fave authors" (Fabulous Mag, Sun on Sunday)
"The narrative dips back and forth with various points of view from stunningly drawn characters and I devoured it in one long sitting. Take this to the beach, or indeed anywhere ― I promise you won’t regret it." (Daily Mail)
"Prepare to totally forget about your family as you become immersed in someone else’s." (Stellar Magazine) --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.
They might have been fireworks, the splashes, bursts, storms of color that exploded in front of her eyes. They might have been the northern lights, her own personal aurora borealis. But they weren’t, they were just neon lights and streetlights rendered blurred and prismatic by vodka. Maya blinked, trying to dislodge the colors from her field of vision. But they were stuck, as though someone had been scribbling on her eyeballs. She closed her eyes for a moment, but without vision, her balance went and she could feel herself begin to sway. She grabbed something. She did not realize until the sharp bark and shrug that accompanied her action that it was a human being.
“Shit,” Maya said, “I’m really sorry.”
The person tutted and backed away from her. “Don’t worry about it.”
Maya took exaggerated offense to the person’s lack of kindness.
“Jesus,” she said to the outline of the person, whose gender she had failed to ascertain. “What’s your problem?”
“Er,” said the person, looking Maya up and down, “I think you’ll find you’re the one with the problem.” Then the person, a woman, yes, in red shoes, tutted again and walked away, her heels issuing a mocking clack-clack against the pavement as she went.
Maya watched her blurred figure recede. She found a lamppost and leaned against it, looking into the oncoming traffic. The headlights turned into more fireworks. Or one of those toys she’d had as a child: tube, full of colored beads, you shook it, looked through the hole, lovely patterns—what was it called? She couldn’t remember. Whatever. She didn’t know anymore. She didn’t know what time it was. She didn’t know where she was. Adrian had called. She’d spoken to him. Tried to sound sober. He’d asked her if she needed him to come and get her. She couldn’t remember what she’d said. Or how long ago that had been. Lovely Adrian. So lovely. She couldn’t go home. Go home and do what she needed to do. He was too nice. She remembered the pub. She’d talked to that woman. Promised her she was going home. That was hours ago. Where had she been since then? Walking. Sitting somewhere, on a bench, with a bottle of vodka, talking to strangers. Hahaha! That bit had been fun. Those people had been fun. They’d said she could come back with them, to their flat, have a party. She’d been tempted, but she was glad now, glad she’d said no.
She closed her eyes, gripped the lamppost tighter as she felt her balance slip away from her. She smiled to herself. This was nice. This was nice. All this color and darkness and noise and all these fascinating people. She should do this more often, she really should. Get out of it. Live a little. Go a bit nuts. A group of women were walking towards her. She stared at them greedily. She could see each woman in triplicate. They were all so young, so pretty. She closed her eyes again as they passed by, her senses unable to contain their images any longer. Once they’d passed she opened her eyes.
She saw a bus bearing down, bouncy and keen. She squinted into the white light on the front, looking for a number. It slowed as it neared her and she turned and saw that there was a bus stop to her left, with people standing at it.
Dear Bitch. Why can’t you just disappear?
The words passed through her mind, clear and concise in their meaning, like a sober person leading her home. And then those other words, the words from earlier.
I hate her too.
She took a step forward. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition paperback.
Détails sur le produit
- ASIN : B00IA6MC3E
- Éditeur : Cornerstone Digital (3 juillet 2014)
- Langue : Anglais
- Taille du fichier : 5433 KB
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- Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 337 pages
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This could maybe have been okay if it weren't for the people - especially the husband. Selfish, self-absorbed, spoilt and just thoroughly unpleasant. And yet he came up smelling of roses - even at the end, after everything that had happened he was still fantasizing about the cat lady.
The offspring weren't much better, again spoilt and on occasion downright nasty.
On reflection, they all deserved each other so perhaps the very predictable ending serves them right.
I have thoroughly enjoyed the other Lisa Jewell books I have read but this one was such a disappointment.
Initially found it really dull and difficult to get through. Was toying with giving up until about a quarter of the way through when the mystery around Maya's death and the emails were initially introduced. I really thought it would be Otis who was sending the emails so was surprised when that wasn't the case.
But... Then the ending. What a load of absolute rubbish. Cannot believe that Adrian was forgiven by his family and his second wife got back with him?!! Absolutely ridiculous. Was rolling my eyes big time. He was selfish and thoughtless and did not deserve such a fairy book ending.. Would not recommend.
However, I was bitterly disappointed. I could just not get into this at all, I found the storyline boring and only continued with the book to see if it did improve, but sadly no it didn't. I feel bad giving a negative review as like I've said I did enjoy another of her books but this just didn't ring true. My husband has an ex wife and kids and we have kids and there certainly isn't the camaraderie and friendship that this book depicts between all 3 wives and children. I know some estranged families can get on but I do believe they are few and far between and most are antagonistic. Even the 12 year old boy Otis has such a grown up head on him concerning feelings etc that just doesn't seem real - my 12 year old boy wouldn't know where to begin to express the feelings and emotions Otis did.
It is an easy book to read and follow and I imagine would be a great holiday read sitting on a beach - you will probably either love or hate this book, so I would still recommend this to readers of chic lit rather than thrillers and at the end of the day it is only my opinion. Sorry Lisa.