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THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER 'Part whodunnit, part coming of age, this is a gripping debut about the secrets behind every door' RACHEL JOYCE 'Cannon is so attuned to other people's stories... a chronicler both of the human condition and the quotidian details which speak to who we are' GUARDIAN 'A very special book' NATHAN FILER 'An utter delight' SARAH WINMAN 'A delight' PAULA HAWKINS 'A treasure chest of a novel' JULIE COHEN 'One of the standout novels of the year' HANNAH BECKERMAN 'I didn't want the book to end' CARYS BRAY 'An excellent debut' JAMES HANNAH 'Grace and Tilly are my new heroes' KATE HAMER 'A wonderful debut' JILL MANSELL 'A modern classic in the making' SARAH HILARY 'A stunning debut' KATIE FFORDE 'Phenomenal' MIRANDA DICKINSON England,1976. Mrs Creasy is missing and The Avenue is alive with whispers. As the summer shimmers endlessly on, ten-year-olds Grace and Tilly decide to take matters into their own hands. And as the cul-de-sac starts giving up its secrets, the amateur detectives will find much more than they imagined...

Joanna Cannon tells her story as a junior doctor. We walk with her through the wards, facing extraordinary and daunting moments: from attending her first post-mortem, sitting with a patient through their final moments, to learning the power of a well- or badly chosen word

The bestselling author of The Trouble with Goats and Sheep delivers a suspenseful and emotionally satisfying novel “infused with warmth and humor” (People) about a lifelong friendship, a devastating secret, and the small acts of kindness that bring people together. There are three things you should know about Elsie. The first thing is that she’s my best friend. The second is that she always knows what to say to make me feel better. And the third thing…might take a bit more explaining. Eighty-four-year-old Florence has fallen in her flat at Cherry Tree Home for the Elderly. As she waits to be rescued, she thinks about her friend Elsie and wonders if a terrible secret from their past is about to come to light. If the charming new resident is who he claims to be, why does he look exactly like a man who died sixty years ago? From the acclaimed, bestselling author of The Trouble with Goats and Sheep, Three Things About Elsie “breathes with suspense, providing along the way piercing, poetic descriptions, countless tiny mysteries, and breathtaking little reveals…a rich portrait of old age and friendship stretched over a fascinating frame” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review). This is an “amusing and heartbreaking” (Publishers Weekly) story about forever friends on the twisting path of life who come to understand how the fine threads of humanity connect us all.

From the Sunday Times bestselling author'Devastating, deceptive and darkly funny. Classic Cannon' Sarah Winman'A compellingly crafted, darkly funny and compulsive read, full of twists - and twists on twists - that keeps you guessing until the last page... a joy and a triumph' Rachel Joyce

Tak jak w Sprawiedliwości owiec owce szukały mordercy swojego pasterza, tak tu dwie dziewczynki szukają zaginionej kobiety z ich ulicy. I tak jak owce odkrywają prawdę o ludziach. I mówią o nich prosto, śmiesznie i mądrze. Więcej niż sami wiemy o sobie… Mała spokojna ulica, gdzie wszyscy o wszystkich wszystko wiedzą. A przynajmniej tak im się wydaje... Ale pewnego dnia znika kobieta. A dwie dziesięciolatki postanawiają ją odnaleźć. Najpierw jednak idą do proboszcza. „Proboszcz pachniał dokładnie tak samo jak kościół. Wiara uwięzła w fałdach jego ubrania i wypełniła mi płuca zapachem gobelinów i świec. – Jak zrobić, żeby ludzie nie znikali? – zapytałam. – Pomóc im znaleźć Boga. Jeśli we wspólnocie jest Bóg, nikt się nie zagubi. – Jak szuka się Pana Boga? Gdzie On jest? – Jest wszędzie. Wszędzie. – Zamachał rękami na wszystkie strony, żeby mi pokazać. – Wystarczy, że popatrzysz. – I jeśli znajdę Pana Boga, wszyscy będą bezpieczni? – Oczywiście”. Z tą wiarą dziewczynki zaczynają poszukiwania. Ale to, czego dowiadują się o swoich sąsiadach, wprawi w zdumienie i bynajmniej nie zachwyci ani proboszcza, ani Pana Boga…