Extracts

As a kid growing up, I thought by 25 I’d have my whole life together.

I have been a clinical psychologist for fourteen years.

I have to kill my sister.

Three hours later, Friday and Melanie were on a flight to Oslo. Ian was not with them.

The king of the Gods demanded a beautiful evil - and so I was born.

Hers was the second dead body I’d ever seen, not counting my mother’s.

I’ve never feared dying.

‘Jamila, your scan shows a lesion on the brain,’ the doctor explains.

This particular tale begins right at that moment when all things begin, which is when you don’t actually realise that something is about to begin.

‘Let’s buy a chateau’, they said . . . ‘It’ll be an adventure’, they said . . . ‘You’ll meet a prince’, they said . . .

Not long after uploading my first video, I started to receive messages—thousands of them.

The fourth trimester is rough, but beautiful. Challenging, but rewarding. Exhausting, but fulfilling. Indefinite, but short.

We met quite young, both of us still finding our footing in college, but as soon as we were in each other’s gravity, Sara and I felt an undeniable pull that kept bringing us even closer together.

Beans Finds a Case

I ran. I ran in the mornings and in the afternoons, and I ran at night.

My earworm for today is ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ by the Boomtown Rats.

Saskia Honeyman would look back on her mother’s death and see that it had the cadence of an exquisitely orchestrated sonata.

I have hated my mother for most of my life but it is her face I see as I drown.