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The Jealous One

'Britain's Patricia Highsmith'

By Celia Fremlin

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Faber & Faber Paperback English

The Jealous One

'Britain's Patricia Highsmith'

By Celia Fremlin

Regular price £9.99 £8.49 Save 15%
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A classic psychological thriller from author of Waterstones Thriller of the Month, Uncle Paul: 'Britain's Patricia Highsmith' and the 'grandmother of psycho-domestic noir' (Sunday Times) 'Brilliant ... So witty and clever.' Elly Griffiths 'Fremlin packs a punch.' Ian Rankin 'Irresistible.' Val McDermid 'Splendid ... Got me hooked.' Ruth Rendell 'A master of suspense.' Janice Hallett Lindy had a lovely voice. It rose into the summer darkness clear and true as a nightingale; or was it, rather, like a bird of prey? Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour - the Other Woman - in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination. Until her husband exclaims, ‘Rosamund! Have you any idea what’s happened to Lindy? She’s disappeared!…’