The Years She Stole
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The Secrets We Keep
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- ISBN978-0-230-77181-9
- EAN9780230771819
- Date de parution13/08/2015
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
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- ÉditeurPan
Résumé
Told from the point of view of four family members, The Secrets We Keep, by Coronation Street scriptwriter Jonathan Harvey, is a funny and poignant story. It's hard being that woman, the one whose husband disappeared. It's made me quite famous. I just wish it was for something else. He went out five years ago for a pint of milk and never came back. So here I am with a daughter who blames me for all that's wrong in the world, a son trying his best to pick up the pieces and a gaggle of new neighbours who are over friendly, and incredibly nosy.
Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking .
Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking .
Told from the point of view of four family members, The Secrets We Keep, by Coronation Street scriptwriter Jonathan Harvey, is a funny and poignant story. It's hard being that woman, the one whose husband disappeared. It's made me quite famous. I just wish it was for something else. He went out five years ago for a pint of milk and never came back. So here I am with a daughter who blames me for all that's wrong in the world, a son trying his best to pick up the pieces and a gaggle of new neighbours who are over friendly, and incredibly nosy.
Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking .
Then I find a left luggage ticket in the pocket of one of his old coats and suddenly I'm thinking .
