Cold Light: A Novel
“Extremely excessive and powerfully intriguing.”
“[Ashworth] conjures up a broken brain with the empathy and self belief of Ruth Rendell.”
—The Times (London)
Cold Light by way of Jenn Ashworth is a hauntingly attractive and stunning mental mystery within the vein of the bestselling novels of Tana French—a darkly compelling tale of secrets and techniques among teenage neighbors in a small English city. Ashworth already has created nice buzz within the U.K. because of her beautiful debut novel, A type of Intimacy, winner of the distinguished Betty Trask Award, and now Cold Light areas her in elite literary company—alongside Laura Lippman, Kate Atkinson, and different acclaimed masters of clever, emotionally strong secret and suspense. An unforgettable story of friendship and memory—and the shattering fact in the back of a forgotten lifeless physique newly unearthed—Cold Light is a such a lot welcome boost to the crime fiction and mystery ranks.
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