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#BookReview ‘The Paris Apartment’ by @lucyfoleytweets #thriller

I read The Paris Apartment, the latest thriller by Lucy Foley, in two sittings. It kept me guessing nearly to the end, with some unexpected twists along the way. When penniless Jess arrives in Paris to spend some time with her half-brother, he has disappeared. What follows is a page-turning story of the apartment block where Ben has been living, its inhabitants and the confusing discoveries Jess makes as she tries to find him. It makes her question if she really knows her brother and why he has been so distant from her. This is a book about secrets, small ones, shameful ones, old and new secrets. And one huge one. Jess, at times vulnerable at times recklessly brave, attempts to be pleasant to Ben’s neighbours in this surprisingly elegant old Parisian apartment block. The snobbish couple in the penthouse, the two young women sharing on the fourth floor, a thug and his wife, the silent concierge plus Ben’s old university friend, Nick. The viewpoint swaps quickly between Jess and the other residents as Foley pushes the action quickly from event to event. The chapters are short and snappy and this makes it easy to read just one more, and
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New books coming soon

Mark Lawson The Guardian journalist and presenter of BBC Radio 4’s Front Row programme, Mark Lawson, has a new novel just out, his first for eight years. The Deaths is a state-of-the-nation novel positioning the ‘new aristocracy’ of bankers, professionals and business tycoons in the ‘old aristocracy’ setting of listed houses in the English countryside. This idyll is threatened by the economic downturn, then turned upside down by an act of violence. Paula Hawkins Paula Hawkins’ debut novel, The Girl on The Train, is described as an edge-of-the-seat thriller in the tradition of Before I Go to Sleep. The book will be published by Doubleday in spring 2015. Hawkins said: “Like most Londoners, I’ve spent more hours than I’d like to think about shuttling backwards and forwards on trains to various jobs in various parts of the city, and many of those hours have been spent gazing out of windows at the same streets and the same houses, every now and again catching a glimpse into the lives of others. I find that there’s something so intriguing about those snatched glances into strangers’ lives, partly because they’re so frustratingly fleeting, so you only ever see a tiny sliver of a
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