This is a meme for all you ‘First Page Browsers‘
THE STREET PARTY by CLAIRE SEEBER
BOOK BEGINNINGS / FIRST LINES
RUBY – SUNDAY 1 OCTOBER
“Afterwards. I kept thinking, if only I hadn’t fallen asleep when I’d got home, things would have been completely different. If I hadn’t been so daft, so tired, so naive. He would have been OK. It was always afterwards when things made more sense, by which time it was also always too late. I should never, ever have left him alone at the Jacksons. But they’d all worked so hard to persuade me that he was safe.
The minute my eyes had snapped open, lying on my sofa, head in a muddle, I knew there was something different, something about the quality of the stillness in the flat. In the darkness, I scrabbled on the floor until my fingers closed round the phone. The call went straight to voicemail.
I hauled myself up and searched for the Snapchat app I’d insisted Ali install when she was pulling her disappearing tricks a while back.
‘Got twenty thousand snaps,’ she’d boasted to her brother, pouting at the camera.
He’d make a face at me over his cornflakes, and I’d wink back, relieved that, however hard Ali pushed at the boundary, I still had my little boy. But now he was also counting snaps every day, pushing back.
I pulled up the Snapchat map. Fiendishly bright in the shadows of my living room, West London blinked at me. And I blinked back: my tousle-haired, grey-eyed avatar, grinning like a lunatic. I scrolled over – ah! And there, phew! There was my smiling cartoon son: hovering over – Northgate Square: Nella’s house. I exhaled unsteadily.
Where he was meant to be”
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Just to give you an extra helping hand, here is the book’s premise …
THE STREET PARTY
The party was supposed to be the highlight of the summer. If only I’d known that night would destroy our lives…
All the neighbours were laughing, drinking out of plastic glasses and getting along. I almost felt happy. Almost forgot about the terrible argument earlier and the sinister messages I’d been receiving from a strange address all week, threatening to expose the lies behind my perfect life.
As we finished with the red and gold fireworks and welcomed everyone back to our house, I believed that everything would be okay.
But I didn’t know who I was inviting in.
I never could have imagined what would happen here, in our home, after I’d gone up to bed.
Everyone saw something different.
It’s my daughter’s word against the story the boy from down the road is telling. But how can I find out what really happened that night without everyone finding out the truth about me?
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