Lisa Jewell
Born: 01-01-1968
Lisa Jewell is a bestselling British author known for her compelling psychological thrillers and contemporary fiction. Debuting with "Ralph's Party" in 1999, she has since captivated readers with intricately woven narratives and complex characters. Her works, including "Then She Was Gone" and "The Family Upstairs," often explore themes of family secrets and relationships. Jewell's storytelling prowess has earned her a loyal global readership and critical acclaim.
Book summaries for books written by Lisa Jewell
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She felt like a character in a horror film, the kind of person who hears the spooky music and knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that some maniac with a chainsaw is waiting for her in the basement.
She couldn’t leave her past behind her no matter how hard she tried. The memories were always there, waiting for her. Like a silent spider in the middle of a web.
You can’t just disappear for ten years and then turn up on someone’s doorstep and expect to be welcomed back into their lives, just like that. You can’t just pick up where you left off. You can’t just expect people to take you back.
It was like the universe had conspired to bring them together, and then ripped them apart.
She wanted to strip back the skin and muscle and bones and crawl right inside her daughter’s head, to see through her eyes, to hear through her ears, to know what she was thinking.
She understood the darkness now, and she knew what it was capable of. It wasn’t something that passed, wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten. It sat inside you, and it grew.
The truth was a cruel thing, a terrible thing, something that was capable of destroying everything you’d ever known.
She was haunted by the past, by the fear of what might have happened, by the memories of what had.
She was a spectator in her own life, a ghost in her own home, watching the world pass her by.
It was as if she was made up of all the things she’d ever lost, and they were all fighting for space.
The human brain was a strange and miraculous thing. It could take a single moment in time and stretch it out into something that felt like forever.
She’d learned that the mind was capable of incredible acts of self-preservation, that it could take the most traumatic things and lock them away in a little box, deep inside.