'An impressive concoction of characterisation, language and daring, leading to a pile-up of devastating plot twists at the end. It's telly-ready!' Bernardine Evaristo, Booker Prize winning author of Girl, Woman, Other
'Dark, deep, thought-provoking . What a debut! I recommend you go and read it!' Adele Parks
'A page-turning thriller that grips the reader with its twisty exploration of the complex relationship between step mother and step daughter' Kate Hamer
'Similar in spirit to We Need to Talk About Kevin' Sunday Times
'A fast-moving story about love, race and jealousy, sure to be a reading group favourite' Metro
'Oh so good' Elle
'Stunning. I swung back and forth, not knowing who to trust' Laura Marshall
'A tense novel about creating new families that explores the lengths people will go to in order to find and keep love. As it goes on, it becomes clear that Darling is not the story you thought it was' Stylist
'A brilliant and surprising chameleon of a novel. I was so absorbed in the voices of Darling and Lola that the twists and turns of their story left me reeling' Eleanor Wasserberg, author of Foxlowe'
'I devoured Darling in a couple of days; told by two unforgettable female narrators, it's urgent, original and genuinely unputdownable' Clare Fisher, author of All the Good Things
'Dark, provocative and a refreshing take on the psychological thriller genre. Darling and Lola are both brilliant creations' Emma Curtis, author of One Little Mistake
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The most shocking psychological thriller you will read this year
Langtext
'A pile-up of devastating plot twists' Bernardine Evaristo, author of Booker-winning Girl, Woman, Other
'Dark, deep, thought-provoking. Go and read it!' Adele Parks
'Similar in spirit to We Need to Talk About Kevin' Sunday Times
'Genuinely unputdownable' Clare Fisher, author of All the Good Things
'Sure to be a reading group favourite' Metro
'Stunning' Laura Marshall, author of Friend Request
'The twists and turns left me reeling' Eleanor Wasserberg, author of Foxlowe
I knew she was trouble from the moment I saw her. I felt it as she stood in the doorway that day: disaster. Not just because she was so different, that skin and that hair, as different from me as it's possible to be. There was something wrong about her. Wrong for us. It was never going to work.
Now she is dead and only I am left to love him. She is dead, and it's all my fault.