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From the bestselling author of THE WEIRD SISTERS comes an enchanting tale of self-discovery that will strike a chord with anyone who has ever felt they’ve lost their way.‘I adored The Light of Paris. It’s so lovely and big-hearted’ JOJO MOYES‘Soulfulness and emotional insight meet laugh-out-loud humour’ PAULA McLAIN, author of The Paris WifeChicago, 1999.Madeleine is trapped – by her family’s expectations, by her controlling husband – in an unhappy marriage and a life she never wanted. But when she finds a diary detailing her grandmother Margie’s trip to Jazz Age Paris, she meets a woman she never knew: a dreamer who defied her strict family and spent a summer living on her own, and falling for a charismatic artist.When Madeleine’s marriage is threatened, she escapes to her hometown to stay with her disapproving mother. Shaken by the revelation of a family secret and inspired by her grandmother’s bravery, Madeleine creates her own summer of joy. In reconnecting with her love of painting and cultivating a new circle of friends, the chance of a new life emerges – but will she be bold enough take it?

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The Light of Paris

‘See, we love each other. We just don't happen to like each other very much.’THE WEIRD SISTERS is a winsome, trenchantly observant novel about the often warring emotions between sisters.Rosalind. Bianca. Cordelia. The Weird Sisters.Rose always first, Bean never first, Cordy always last. The history of our trinity is fractious – a constantly shifting dividing line, never equal, never equitable. Two against one, or three opposed, but never all together.Our estrangement is not drama-laden – we have not betrayed one another’s trust, we have not stolen lovers or fought over money or property or any of the things that irreparably break families apart. The answer, for us, is much simpler.See, we love each other. We just don’t happen to like each other very much.

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