Summary
AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
" I absolutely loved Invisible Girl-- Lisa Jewell has a way of combining furiously twisty, utterly gripping plots with wonderfully rich characterization--she has such compassion for her characters, and we feel we know them utterly... A triumph!" --Lucy Foley, New York Times bestselling author
The #1 New York Times bestselling author of Then She Was Gone returns with an intricate thriller about a young woman's disappearance and a group of strangers whose lives intersect in its wake.
Young Saffyre Maddox spent three years under the care of renowned child psychologist Roan Fours. When Dr. Fours decides their sessions should end, Saffyre feels abandoned. She begins looking for ways to connect with him, from waiting outside his office to walking through his neighborhood late at night. She soon learns more than she ever wanted to about Roan and his deceptively perfect family life. On a chilly Valentine's night, Saffyre will disappear, taking any secrets she has learned with her.
Owen Pick's life is falling apart. In his thirties and living in his aunt's spare bedroom, he has just been suspended from his job as a teacher after accusations of sexual misconduct--accusations he strongly denies. Searching for professional advice online, he is inadvertently sucked into the dark world of incel forums, where he meets a charismatic and mysterious figure.
Owen lives across the street from the Fours family. The Fours have a bad feeling about their neighbor; Owen is a bit creepy and suspect and their teenaged daughter swears he followed her home from the train station one night. Could Owen be responsible? What happened to the beautiful missing Saffyre, and does her disappearance truly connect them all?
Evocative, vivid, and unputdownable, Lisa Jewell's latest thriller is another "haunting, atmospheric, stay-up-way-too-late read" (Megan Miranda, New York Times bestselling author).
Author Notes
Lisa Jewell is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of nineteen novels, including The Family Upstairs and Then She Was Gone , as well as Invisible Girl and Watching You. Her novels have sold over 10 million copies internationally, and her work has also been translated into twenty-nine languages. Connect with her on Twitter @LisaJewellUK, on Instagram @LisaJewellUK, and on Facebook @LisaJewellOfficial.
Publisher's Weekly Review
Facile plotting, underdeveloped characters, and unconvincing stakes mar this disappointing domestic thriller from bestseller Jewell (The Family Upstairs). Owen Pick, a 33-year-old computer science teacher, gets suspended from his London college when female students allege sexism in the classroom and misconduct at a Christmas party. While awaiting the results of the school's investigation, Owen--a virgin who lives with his aunt--begins frequenting rage-filled "incel" web forums. Across the street, 52-year-old Cate Fours--a stay-at-home mom to two teenagers--grows suspicious of Owen after a masked man starts assaulting local women. Meanwhile, troubled 17-year-old Saffyre Maddox, whom Cate's husband, child psychologist Roan, recently discharged from treatment for self-harm, decides to follow Roan, because, after three years of therapy, she misses his stabilizing presence. To Saffyre's regret, her surveillance reveals that Roan isn't the upstanding man she believed him to be. Though Jewell neatly entwines her protagonists' story lines, a too-pat conclusion fails to gratify. Fans will hope for a future return to form. Agent: Deborah Schneider, ICM Partners/Gelfman Schneider Literary. (Oct.)
Excerpts
Chapter 1: Saffyre 1 Saffyre MY NAME IS Saffyre Maddox. I am seventeen years old. I am mostly Welsh on my dad's side and partly Trinidadian, partly Malaysian, and a tiny bit French from my mum. Sometimes people try to guess my heritage, but they always end up getting it wrong. If anyone asks I just say that I am a mixed bag and leave it at that. No reason for anyone to know who slept with who, you know. It's my business really, isn't it? I'm in my first year of sixth form at a school in Chalk Farm, where I'm doing maths, physics, and biology because I'm a bit of a nerd. I don't really know what I want to do when I leave school; everyone expects me to go to university, but sometimes I think I'd just like to go and work in a zoo, maybe, or a dog groomer's. I live in a two-bedroom flat on the eighth floor of a tower on Alfred Road, right opposite a school I don't go to, because they hadn't actually built it when I started secondary. My grandma died shortly before I was born, my mum died shortly afterward, my dad didn't want to know, and my granddad died a few months ago. So I live alone with my uncle. He's only ten years older than me, and his name is Aaron. He looks after me like a father. He works at a betting shop, nine to five, and does people's gardens on the weekends. He's probably the best human being in the world. I have another uncle, Lee, who lives in Essex with his wife and two tiny daughters. So there are finally some girls in the family, but it's a bit late for me now. I grew up with two men, and, as a result, I'm not that great with girls. Or, more accurately, I'm better with boys. I used to hang out with the boys when I was a kid and got called a tomboy, which I don't think I ever was. But then I started to change and became "pretty" (and I do not think I'm pretty; I just know that everyone I meet tells me that I am), and boys stopped wanting to hang out as a mate and got all weird around me, and I could tell that I'd be better off if I could harvest some girls. So I harvested some girls, and we're not close--don't reckon I'll ever see any of them again once I've left school--but we get on OK just as something to do. We've all known each other a long, long time now. It's easy. So that's the bare outline of me. I'm not a happy, happy kind of person. I don't have a big laugh, and I don't do that hugging thing that the other girls like to do. I have boring hobbies: I like to read, and I like to cook. I'm not big on going out. I like a bit of rum with my uncle on a Friday night while we're watching TV, but I don't smoke weed or take drugs or anything like that. It's amazing how boring you can get away with being when you're pretty. No one seems to notice. When you're pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past, and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things, and I scare myself sometimes. I wake in the middle of the night, and I've twisted myself into my bedsheets. Before I go to sleep, I tuck my bedsheet under the mattress, really hard, really firm, so the sheet is taut enough to bounce a coin off. The next morning all four corners are free; my sheet and I are entwined. I don't remember what happened. I don't remember my dreams. I don't feel rested. When I was ten years old something really, really bad happened to me. Let's maybe not get into that too deep. But yes, I was a little girl, and it was a big bad thing that no little girl should have to experience, and it changed me. I started to hurt myself, on my ankles, inside my ankle socks, so no one would see the scratches. I knew what self-harming was--everyone knows these days--but I didn't know why I was doing it. I just knew that it stopped me thinking too hard about other things in my life. Then when I was about twelve my uncle Aaron saw the scratches and the scars, put two and two together, and took me to my GP, who referred me to the Portman Children's Centre for therapy. I was sent to a man called Roan Fours. Excerpted from Invisible Girl: A Novel by Lisa Jewell All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
