The Two Lives of Lydia Bird
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Includes book club guide and an excerpt from One night on the island.
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Includes book club guide and an excerpt from One night on the island.
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AwakeThursday, May 10
Freddie Hunter, otherwise known as the great big love of my life, died fifty-six days ago.
One moment I m cursing him for running late and ruining my birthday dinner, the next I m trying to make sense of the two uniformed policewomen in my living room, one of them holding my hand as she speaks. I stare at her wedding ring, and then at my engagement ring.
Freddie can t be dead, I say. We re getting married next year.
It s probably a self-preservation thing that I struggle to recall exactly what happened afterward. I remember being rushed to emergency in the police car, and my sister holding me up when my legs buckled at the hospital. I remember turning my back on Jonah Jones when he appeared in the waiting room with barely a scratch on him, just his hand bandaged and a wound dressing over one eye. How is that fair? Two get into the car, only one gets out again. I remember what I was wearing: a new green blouse I d bought especially for the dinner. I ve given it away to a charity shop, I never want it on my body again.
Since that awful day I ve racked my brain countless times to try to recall every word of my last conversation with Freddie, and all I can remember is grumbling at him about cutting it close for the restaurant. And then come the other thoughts. Was he rushing to please me? Was the accident my fault? God, I wish I d told him that I love him. Had I known that it was the last time I d ever speak to him, I would have; of course I would. Since it happened I ve sometimes wished he d lived just long enough for us to have one more conversation but then I m not sure my heart could have withstood it. It s probably for the best if the last time you do something momentous passes you by unheralded: the last time my mother collected me at the school gate, her hand reassuring around my smaller one, the last time my father remembered my birthday. The last time I spoke to Freddie Hunter as he dashed back to see me on my
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twenty-eighth birthday. Do you know what the last words he said to me were? Over and out. It was a habit, something he d done for years; silly words that have now become one of the most significant phrases of my life.
I guess it was just so Freddie, though, to go out on a phrase like that. He had this great big lust for life, a lightness of attitude coupled with a killer competitive streak fun but lethal, if you like. I ve never met anyone with such a gift for always knowing what to say. He has, he had, a knack of making other people think they d won when in fact he d got exactly what he wanted. He is, he was, the one who was always going to be someone or do something that would make people remember his name long after he d gone.
And now he bloody well has gone, his car concertinaed against an oak tree, and I feel as if someone has tied a knot in my windpipe. It s as if I can t get quite enough air into my lungs. I m breathless and perpetually on the edge of panic.
The doctor has finally given me something to help me sleep after my mum yelled at him yesterday in the living room: a month s supply of some new pill that he wasn t at all sure about prescribing because he thinks grief is something I need to pass through sentiently in order to emerge. I m not making this shit up; he said those actual words to me a couple of weeks ago, before leaving me empty-handed to go home to his very-much-alive wife and children.
Living around the corner from my mother is a blessing and a curse in varying measures. When she makes her champion chicken stew and brings a pot round for us, still hot off the stove, for instance, or when she s nipped round on her way to work to spray de-icer o
I guess it was just so Freddie, though, to go out on a phrase like that. He had this great big lust for life, a lightness of attitude coupled with a killer competitive streak fun but lethal, if you like. I ve never met anyone with such a gift for always knowing what to say. He has, he had, a knack of making other people think they d won when in fact he d got exactly what he wanted. He is, he was, the one who was always going to be someone or do something that would make people remember his name long after he d gone.
And now he bloody well has gone, his car concertinaed against an oak tree, and I feel as if someone has tied a knot in my windpipe. It s as if I can t get quite enough air into my lungs. I m breathless and perpetually on the edge of panic.
The doctor has finally given me something to help me sleep after my mum yelled at him yesterday in the living room: a month s supply of some new pill that he wasn t at all sure about prescribing because he thinks grief is something I need to pass through sentiently in order to emerge. I m not making this shit up; he said those actual words to me a couple of weeks ago, before leaving me empty-handed to go home to his very-much-alive wife and children.
Living around the corner from my mother is a blessing and a curse in varying measures. When she makes her champion chicken stew and brings a pot round for us, still hot off the stove, for instance, or when she s nipped round on her way to work to spray de-icer o
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Autoren-Porträt von Josie Silver
Josie Silver’s debut novel, One Day in December, was a Sunday Times and New York Times bestseller and has been translated into more than twenty-five languages. Josie lives in a small town in the UK with her husband, their sons, and an ever-changing cast of animals.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Josie Silver
- 2022, 496 Seiten, Maße: 10,3 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine Books
- ISBN-10: 0593498275
- ISBN-13: 9780593498279
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A dreamy love story . . . a moving story of grief and finding one s way back. PeopleImpossibly romantic. Cosmopolitan
A novel that will make you laugh, cry, and think about the precious gift of being in love. Today online
Bursting with wit and charm . . . heart-wrenching yet hope-filled. Woman s World
Another irresistible love story. The Skimm
Captivating. HelloGiggles
Silver strikes gold for a second time with this tale . . . [and] delivers an ending that s as rewarding as it is revelatory. Electric Literature
As much a meditation on healing after loss as it is a gently developed love story. Booklist (starred review)
Through lush prose, expert plotting, and richly imagined characters, Silver offers an achingly real portrait of grief transposed with the character s intoxicating parallel universe. This will stay with readers long after the final page is turned. Publishers Weekly
The Two Lives of Lydia Bird offers wit in abundance, deeply satisfying characterization, and a mega-dose of heart. What a journey these characters take, and what magic this author uses to bring each of them alive. Josie Silver is fresh, insightful, and daring. Her voice is one of rising strength in women s fiction today. Barbara Delinsky, New York Times bestselling author of Sweet Salt Air
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