Still Me by Jojo Moyes

The third Lou Clark novel, following the number one international bestsellers Me Before You and After You.

The third Lou Clark novel, following the number one international bestsellers Me Before You and After You.
The third Lou Clark novel by Jojo Moyes, following the number one international bestsellers Me Before You and After You.
Lou Clark arrives in New York ready to start a new life, confident that she can embrace this new adventure and keep her relationship with Ambulance Sam alive across several thousand miles. She is hurled into the world of the super-rich Gopniks: Leonard and his much younger second wife, Agnes, and a never-ending array of household staff and hangers-on. Lou is determined to get the most out of the experience and throws herself into her job and New York life within this privileged world.

Before she knows what's happening, Lou is mixing in New York high society, where she meets Joshua Ryan, a man who brings with him a whisper of her past.

In Still Me, as Lou tries to keep the two sides of her world together, she finds herself carrying secrets - not all her own - that cause a catastrophic change in her circumstances. And when matters come to a head, she has to ask herself: Who is Louisa Clark? And how do you reconcile a heart that lives in two places?

Jojo Moyes

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Hardback

9780718183189

February 15, 2018

Michael Joseph

480 pages

RRP $49.99
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Trade Paperback

9780718183196

January 29, 2018

Michael Joseph

480 pages

RRP $32.99
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Audio CD

9781405929370

February 15, 2018

Michael Joseph

RRP $39.99
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EBook

9781405924214

January 25, 2018

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Paperback

9781405924207

February 5, 2019

Michael Joseph

480 pages

RRP $19.99
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Extract

It was the moustache that reminded me I was no longer in England: a solid, grey millipede firmly obscuring the man’s upper lip; a Village People moustache, a cowboy moustache, the miniature head of a broom that meant business. You just didn’t get that kind of moustache at home. I couldn’t tear my eyes from it.

‘Ma’am?’

The only person I had ever seen with a moustache like that at home was Mr Naylor, our maths teacher, and he collected Digestive crumbs in his – we used to count them during algebra.

‘Ma’am?’

‘Oh. Sorry.’

The man in the uniform motioned me forward with a flick of his stubby finger. He did not look up from his screen. I waited at the booth, long-haul sweat drying gently into my shirt. He held up his hand, waggling four fat fingers. This, I grasped after several seconds, was a demand for my passport.