The Boy at the Door
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Set against a stunning Scandinavian backdrop, a gritty novel of psychological suspense that asks the question how far would you go to hold onto what you have?
Cecilia Wilborg has it all--a loving husband, two beautiful daughters and a gorgeous...
Cecilia Wilborg has it all--a loving husband, two beautiful daughters and a gorgeous...
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Set against a stunning Scandinavian backdrop, a gritty novel of psychological suspense that asks the question how far would you go to hold onto what you have?Cecilia Wilborg has it all--a loving husband, two beautiful daughters and a gorgeous home in the affluent Norwegian town of Sandefjord. And she works hard to keep it all together. Too hard. Because one mistake from her past could bring it all crashing down around her.
Annika Lucasson lives a dark life with her abusive, drug-dealing boyfriend. She's lost everything one too many times and now she's got one last chance to save herself, thanks to Cecilia. Annika knows her secret--and just how much she's willing to do to make it all go away...
When someone forgets to pick up their little boy at the local pool, Cecilia agrees to take him home, only to find an abandoned, empty house. It's the first step in the unraveling of her meticulously crafted life, as her and Annika's worlds collide...
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2018 Alex Dahl
Chapter One
Tuesday, I wake angry. I often do, if I m honest, but today it s worse than usual. Firstly, because I wake alone Johan has gone off to London for the third time this month and secondly, because it s October and it will be completely dark until almost nine o clock. I reluctantly get out of bed and stand awhile by the window looking out onto the harbor. It s not yet seven, but across the bay, cars are moving in a slow line toward the motorway. The water in the harbor is dully reflecting the moonlight through a thin, eerie layer of ice. Downstairs, my daughters have already started fighting. I glance at my phone and it s full of messages and missed calls, but I just can t face dealing with them right now. With everything going on, I ve hardly been in the office the last week, but I am going in today.
I take a few exaggeratedly deep breaths and keep my gaze on the moon, still high in the sky; mindfulness is the way forward, I ve heard. I try to see Sandefjord the way it is in summer, when it really is a joy to stand at this window, looking out over the balmy, calm inner harbor full of leisure boats, and that bright, late-evening light. We get more sun than almost anywhere else in Norway, but I must say the winters are especially wet and drab. According to the weather report, we can expect another onslaught of torrential rain this afternoon, but for now, it s cool and clear. I take another couple of deep breaths, mentally steeling myself for the day ahead. I guess everyone feels like the world is a dark place sometimes.
Tuesday is a crap day in my world. Especially now that Marialuz has decided to leave us halfway through her contract and I m stuck with no au pair. I don t particularly enjoy having a stranger in the house but I most certainly don t enjoy having to do all the work myself either. It just isn t possible. Especially
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on Tuesdays, when the girls both have after-school activities in opposite parts of town. Nicoline dances ballet at five, and Hermine swims at six. Because Nicoline finishes as six thirty p.m., I then have to drive into town to collect her, and bring her back to the pool, where we sit on ugly plastic chairs watching small children bob around in the water until seven fifteen. Nicoline whines for the full half hour we re there, unless I let her watch YouTube makeup tutorials on my phone and buy her candy, which I do. Obviously.
Tonight I m in a particularly stressed-out, irritable mood, as things didn t exactly go to plan at work. I bend over backward for my clients, sometimes literally, and still they complain. Angela Salomonsen had the nerve to e-mail me today, saying that the violet raw-silk cushions I commissioned handmade in Lyon look dove-gray in the particular light in her conservatory, and could I call her immediately so we could discuss this situation. These are the kinds of things I have to deal with as interior stylist in a wealthy town full of spoiled, bored wives. Sometimes I think it is a miracle that I work at all, considering I have two small children and my husband is always traveling and I have no au pair. It s not really like I have to, but I quite like what I do, and being me is very expensive. Also, in my circles, it s definitely looked upon as a bit lazy to stay at home. Unless you have a cupcake business from the kitchen counter and blog about it, which I don t, as I hate cupcakes and blogs.
It s raining hard outside, and as I watch volleys of rain slam against the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the pool, it occurs to me that I don t remember the last day it didn t rain. I suppose October is like that in many places, but I think I m one of those people who is particularly sensitive t
Tonight I m in a particularly stressed-out, irritable mood, as things didn t exactly go to plan at work. I bend over backward for my clients, sometimes literally, and still they complain. Angela Salomonsen had the nerve to e-mail me today, saying that the violet raw-silk cushions I commissioned handmade in Lyon look dove-gray in the particular light in her conservatory, and could I call her immediately so we could discuss this situation. These are the kinds of things I have to deal with as interior stylist in a wealthy town full of spoiled, bored wives. Sometimes I think it is a miracle that I work at all, considering I have two small children and my husband is always traveling and I have no au pair. It s not really like I have to, but I quite like what I do, and being me is very expensive. Also, in my circles, it s definitely looked upon as a bit lazy to stay at home. Unless you have a cupcake business from the kitchen counter and blog about it, which I don t, as I hate cupcakes and blogs.
It s raining hard outside, and as I watch volleys of rain slam against the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the pool, it occurs to me that I don t remember the last day it didn t rain. I suppose October is like that in many places, but I think I m one of those people who is particularly sensitive t
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Autoren-Porträt von Alex Dahl
Half-American, half-Norwegian, Alex Dahl was born in Oslo. She graduated with a B.A. in Russian and German linguistics with international studies and went on to complete an M.A. in creative writing at Bath Spa University, followed by an M.S. in business management at Bath University. Alex has published short stories in the U.K. and the U.S. She is a serious Francophile. The Boy at the Door is her first novel and she wrote it while living in Sandefjord.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Alex Dahl
- 2018, 368 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0451491793
- ISBN-13: 9780451491794
- Erscheinungsdatum: 18.07.2018
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Englisch
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Praise for The Boy at the DoorDahl savagely delineates the price of living in a society that insists women must try to be perfect wives and mothers and have successful careers, too, or they ll be inevitably made to feel they re never good enough. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
A tangled web, masterfully constructed and certain to satisfy fans of the genre. Booklist
Scandi Noir at its best...Atmospheric and beautifully written...combines complex and believable characters with a heart-breaking and head-spinning plot. Mary Torjussen, author of Gone Without a Trace and The Girl I Used to Be
The Boy at the Door is a stunning debut! Alex Dahl has crafted an extraordinary plot; intricate and twisted with dark secrets emerging at every turn. Alexandra Burt, International Bestselling author of Remember Mia and The Good Daughter
Suspenseful, vivid, and ice-cold, The Boy at the Door deftly shows that things are always messier than they appear. Kristen Lepionka, author of the Roxane Weary mystery series
The Boy at the Door is a genuine page-turner, a fascinating psychological study and a must-read for people who can t resist twisty thrillers with unreliable narrators. Saturday Reader
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