A family scattered. Lovers torn apart. A painting that unites them all.
Eleanor Wasserberg Livres
Eleanor Wasserberg crée des récits captivants et glaçants qui explorent les aspects troublants de la nature humaine et des dynamiques interpersonnelles. Sa prose se distingue par une atmosphère palpable et une tension magistralement contrôlée, entraînant le lecteur dans des intrigues complexes. Elle utilise efficacement des décors ruraux pour explorer les tensions cachées et les complexités des relations. L'œuvre de Wasserberg offre des aperçus profonds de la psyché, laissant une impression durable.
A compulsive and chilling debut about a girl growing up in a cult We were the Family, and Foxlowe was our home. There was me – my name is Green – and my little sister, Blue. There was October, who we called Toby, and Ellensia, Dylan, Liberty, Pet and Egg. There was Richard, of course, who was one of the Founders. And there was Freya. We were the Family, but we weren’t just an ordinary family. We were a new, better kind of family. We didn’t need to go to school, because we had a new, better kind of education. We shared everything. We were close to the ancient way of living and the ancient landscape. We knew the moors, and the standing stones. We celebrated the solstice in the correct way, with honey and fruit and garlands of fresh flowers. We knew the Bad and we knew how to keep it away. And we had Foxlowe, our home. Where we were free. There really was no reason for anyone to want to leave.
