{"product_id":"look-in-the-mirror-isbn-9780593725764","title":"Look In the Mirror","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Something in the Water \u003c\/i\u003ecomes\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e“an utter white-knuckle ride that took me into a heart of darkness” (Lucy Foley, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Paris Apartment\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Addictive, thrilling, intoxicating.”—Lisa Jewell, author of \u003ci\u003eNone of This Is True\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“The vacation home of dreams . . . or nightmares? What a ride—I tore through this nail-biting, pacey read.”—Sarah Pearse, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Retreat\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNina,\u003c\/b\u003e still grieving from the loss of her father, discovers that she has inherited property in the British Virgin Islands\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003ea vacation home she had no idea existed, until now. The house is extraordinary: state-of-the-art, all glass and marble. How did her sensible father come into enough money for \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e? Why did he keep it from her? And what else was he hiding?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMaria,\u003c\/b\u003e once an ambitious medical student, is a nanny for the super-rich. The money’s better, and so are the destinations where her work takes her. Just one more gig, and she’ll be set. Finally, she’ll be secure. But when her wards never show, Maria begins to make herself at home, spending her days luxuriating by the pool and in the sauna. There’s just one rule: Don’t go in the basement. That room is off-limits. But her curiosity might just get the better of her. And soon, she’ll wish her only worry was not getting paid.“Sinister, stylish, and shocking, \u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror \u003c\/i\u003eis the kind of twisting, twisted mystery I just adore.”\u003cb\u003e—Chris Whitaker, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAll the Colors of the Dark\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A riveting puzzle of a thriller . . . Steadman is a clever writer who knows how to hold readers hostage.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What Steadman configures with this story and the secrets of \u003ci\u003eAnderssen’s Opening\u003c\/i\u003e is nothing short of brilliant and one of the best twist reveals I have seen in recent psychological thrillers.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookreporter\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hypnotic and pulse-pounding, \u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror\u003c\/i\u003e is both a dazzling puzzle-box of a thriller and an evocative exploration of trust, power, and how well we really know the people we love. I flew through its lush prose and intricate plot in 24 hours flat—and didn’t want it to end!”\u003cb\u003e—Andrea Bartz, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Spare Room \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eWe Were Never Here\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror\u003c\/i\u003e is an astonishing adrenaline rush of a novel, one that keeps you guessing from start to finish. This is the best novel I’ve read in ages.”\u003cb\u003e—Danielle Trussoni, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Puzzle Master\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A gloriously, lushly evoked setting and an utter white-knuckle ride of a plot that took me into a heart of darkness . . . Catherine Steadman more than delivers on the brilliant twists and thrills I’ve come to expect from her writing, yet still rings the changes—this feels totally fresh and unique.”\u003cb\u003e—Lucy Foley, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Paris Apartment\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror . . .\u003c\/i\u003e is tense, completely terrifying, and impossible to put down.”\u003cb\u003e—Flynn Berry, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eNorthern Spy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The most irresistible set-up! This book has it all: superb writing, mysterious academics, sinister puzzles, and brilliant characters. The perfect (unputdownable) book club read.”\u003cb\u003e—Will Dean, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Last One\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An inheritance puzzle turns sinister in this beguiling, atmospheric mystery. . . . A seductive, expertly plotted page-turner that will give you the shivers.”\u003cb\u003e—Louise Candlish, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Only Suspect\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An absolute rollercoaster of a read, \u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror\u003c\/i\u003e will leave you breathless.”\u003cb\u003e—Jane Fallon, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eOver Sharing\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A summer thriller that will keep you from looking at your own reflection for days, \u003ci\u003eLook In the Mirror\u003c\/i\u003e is a nail-biting page turner. . . . Will keep readers glued.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eHuffPost\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This page-turner left me breathless—and sleepless—until its shocking conclusion.”\u003cb\u003e—Katherine Wood, author of \u003ci\u003eLadykiller\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I read \u003ci\u003eLook in the Mirror\u003c\/i\u003e in one breathless sitting. Utterly compelling, twisted, and original . . . I loved it!”\u003cb\u003e—Lucy Clarke, author of \u003ci\u003eOne of the Girls\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Smart and spine-tingling . . . I inhaled it.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e―\u003c\/i\u003eHarriet Walker, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Wedding Night\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eCatherine Steadman \u003c\/b\u003eis an actress and author based in London. She has appeared in leading roles on British and American television as well as on stage in the West End, where she has been nominated for a Laurence Olivier Award. She grew up in the New Forest, Hampshire, and now lives in North London with her husband and daughter. Catherine’s first novel, \u003ci\u003eSomething in the Water,\u003c\/i\u003e was a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller with rights sold in over thirty territories. She is also the author of \u003ci\u003eMr. Nobody, The Disappearing Act, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Family Game, \u003c\/i\u003ea \u003ci\u003eNew York Times Book Review \u003c\/i\u003eEditors’ Choice.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eNina\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe letter must have sat unopened for a month on your abandoned hall table as things carried on around it, the correspondence inside quietly waiting for me to find it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI look down at its crisp envelope as it rests on my black-­clad knee, the grain of its paper heavy, expensive, everything about it signaling that the correspondence contained within is substantial, important, and I wonder how I could have missed it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut I have been busy with you: coroners, certificates, funerals, and memorials. The business of losing a father is a full-­time, short-­term contract with limited perks and a clear cutoff point. Though the admin thankfully fills the sudden gulf of hours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe letter gathered dust in the worn leather letter holder where you always kept mail, while I tried to impose order on the inevitable chaos that a death leaves in its wake. There is chaos left behind even when the person who is gone was a meticulous genius, like you. And you were a genius, or as close as I’ll ever come to knowing one, the most fastidiously brilliant man I have ever known.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the truth is, even you, with all the possible permutations of your thoughts, the clarity of your mind, were still not fully prepared to go. Of course. You were human, you couldn’t possibly have thought of everything. Or perhaps you did think of everything and you left things deliberately undone in order to give me purpose. In which case you succeeded, because I have allowed events to carry my full weight along this past month. And I looked for you, and found you, in everything after they told me you were gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe obituaries were well researched, kind, kingmaking, even if the kingdom you presided over was a small one. A rarefied one. Your books were collected by the university as your wishes stipulated. A few friends and colleagues were moved to receive what objects and chattels you left for them. Your clothes were dry-­cleaned and given to the charities of your choice, your essentials cleaned and distributed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeath, it turns out, to those left behind, is an activity centered around the cataloging and dispersal of material objects.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI put the house on the market as per your wishes. You knew that I would not, could not, live in it. That it would always be your house and as much as I love you, loved you, you knew it is not healthy to live in a parent’s shadow. And we both know you cast a long shadow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe rituals, the process, of bereavement held me, protected me from the simple inescapable fact that it all boils down to . . . I am now alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was too busy to notice the letter. And now I see—­alone after the party—­that perhaps I have been too busy all my life. I was too busy to find someone of my own, to make a life for myself. After all, I had you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now, in the silence of the freshly emptied house, I do not have you. And I am not busy. I am whatever the opposite of busy is . . . Directionless? In search of mental employment? In search of a sign? Anything to distract me again—­to avoid the yawning void—­to not feel the full force of the fact that I am where I am.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am a thirty-­four-­year-­old literary academic with inherited wealth and no one to share it with. A chuckle bubbles up inside me and echoes through the empty house as I think of the Magic 8 Ball you bought me for my tenth birthday, the one I demanded. You did not want to get it for me, believing that even children should not put faith in randomness, nor look for patterns in curls of smoke. “Chaos holds no answers,” you told me, a child of nine. “Look for the answers to your questions in the structure of things,” you told me. “That’s where meaning lies.” And of course you were right, though you bought the Magic 8 Ball for me anyway after tears and the promise of more applied study. I promised to achieve and you listened.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI cannot help but imagine the forecast that long-­discarded 8 Ball might give me now, if I rolled it over and asked what tomorrow holds: outlook not so good. My chuckle deepens—­but there’s no point in being morbid, is there? Another sentiment you hammered home early.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBesides, thirty-­four is still young, right? You used to joke that mathematicians peaked at twenty-one while biologists peaked at seventy. There was something in it about the predictability of numbers and the unpredictability of living things.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRegardless, I have yet to peak in any sense.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI look down at the envelope again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA sign would be good.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn it, your address, in cursive black: your name beneath my name. I turn over the thick envelope and slide a clear, memorial-­service-­manicured thumbnail under the seal. It crackles open satisfyingly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMore of you would be good. One more hug. One more minute. Something to sink my teeth into.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI pull out the thick-­gauge paper and take in the sender’s address. An address thousands of miles from England, from our lives. The humidity of the location written into the words themselves, transportive and optimistic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClarence, Mitfield \u0026amp; Booth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuite 3610-­13 Harbor Quay\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTortola\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBritish Virgin Islands\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFAO Ms. Nina Lillian Hepworth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe would like to offer our deepest condolences following the sad news of your father, John Stanley Hepworth’s, recent passing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe are writing to advise you that in accordance with his Last Will and Testament, Clarence, Mitfield \u0026amp; Booth have been appointed as estate executors for your late father’s assets here in the Virgin Islands. We understand that the late Mr. Hepworth’s UK assets are being overseen by Lansdown Lowe with his foreign assets being managed through Clarence, Mitfield \u0026amp; Booth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe would like to advise you that we have successfully collected in the estate assets, ascertained and renumerated any outstanding debts prior to applying for probate, which is now complete.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe thought you would like to know that in accordance with your father’s Will you are the sole beneficiary and have been bequeathed:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProperty: A 3-­bedroom Beachfront Estate, Pond Bay, Gorda, British Virgin Islands\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I look up from rereading the letter the light outside has faded and the empty sitting room is lit only by the bare bulb in the socket above me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy father never even visited the Caribbean.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wanted a sign and I got one.Author of Something in the Water, the bestselling Reese's Book Club Pick","brand":"Ballantine Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299934228709,"sku":"NP9780593725764","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593725764.jpg?v=1767731722","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/look-in-the-mirror-isbn-9780593725764","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}