{"product_id":"the-sanatorium-reeses-book-club-isbn-9780593296691","title":"The Sanatorium: Reese's Book Club","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eREESE'S BOOK CLUB PICK | An instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA page-turning thriller from the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Retreat.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An eerie, atmospheric novel that had me completely on the edge of my seat.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eReese Witherspoon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“This spine-tingling, atmospheric thriller has it all… and twists you’ll never see coming.” —Richard Osman, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Thursday Murder Club\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eYou won't want to leave. . . until you can't.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHalf-hidden by forest and overshadowed by threatening peaks, Le Sommet has always been a sinister place. Long plagued by troubling rumors, the former abandoned sanatorium has since been renovated into a five-star minimalist hotel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn imposing, isolated getaway spot high up in the Swiss Alps is the last place Elin Warner wants to be. But Elin's taken time off from her job as a detective, so when her estranged brother, Isaac, and his fiancée, Laure, invite her to celebrate their engagement at the hotel, Elin really has no reason not to accept.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArriving in the midst of a threatening storm, Elin immediately feels on edge--there's something about the hotel that makes her nervous. And when they wake the following morning to discover Laure is missing, Elin must trust her instincts if they hope to find her. With the storm closing off all access to the hotel, the longer Laure stays missing, the more the remaining guests start to panic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElin is under pressure to find Laure, but no one has realized yet that another woman has gone missing. And she's the only one who could have warned them just how much danger they are all in. . .\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“CHILLING! \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e by Sarah Pearse is an eerie, atmospheric novel that had me completely on the edge of my seat. Let’s set the mood. . . . You’re in a remote location—at a hotel—and there’s a snowstorm. The winds are howling, the snow is pelting in every direction, there’s a missing person, and a dead body shows up!” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Reese Witherspoon\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “When guests at a five-star resort in the Alps disappear mid-blizzard, vacation’s over for detective Elin Warner. It’s \u003ci\u003eThe Shining\u003c\/i\u003e but with a full house.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—People\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I devoured this in one sitting.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Parade\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Creepy, deeply claustrophobic, mind-numbing, teasing, twists and turns galore, this book is a towering example of a masterful hand at work. If only Hitchcock were still around to film it.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eDavid Baldacci\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I absolutely loved \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eit gave me all the wintry thrills and chills. It was just wonderful.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Lucy Foley, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Paris Apartment\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Pearse’s \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e will keep you checking over your shoulder. This spine-tingling, atmospheric thriller has it all: an eerie Alpine setting, sharp prose, and twists you’ll never see coming. A must-read.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Richard Osman, international bestselling author of\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Thursday Murder Club\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sarah Pearse’s \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e is a knockout. Mesmerizing, lyrical prose contrasts starkly with the dark story events in this debut thriller set at a remote luxury hotel in the Swiss Alps. Tense, claustrophobic, with a horrific connection between past and present that is utterly unpredictable—I loved this book!” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Karen Dionne,\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e#1 international bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Wicked Sister\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Pearse’s engrossing debut boasts a highly atmospheric setting. . . . Readers will applaud as Elin, for all her anxieties, emerges as a competent sleuth. This dark tale of family dynamics is sure to please suspense fans.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Pearse not only creates believably fallible characters, she also vividly portrays the frigid landscape of Le Sommet buffeted by blizzards, and a chilling epilogue cries out for a sequel. Crime-fiction readers will want to keep an eye on Pearse.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e is an absolutely splendid Gothic thriller—gracious in its nods to the classic locked-room mystery, yet bold enough to burst out of that room through the window. Pearse writes prose fresh and crisp as Swiss Alp powder, and her characters fascinate even as their numbers dwindle.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—A. J. Finn, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Woman in the Window\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s hard to believe this is a debut novel, given how masterfully Sarah Pearse writes. The setting is starkly chilling, the characters are smart and vulnerable, and as you turn the pages, the slow creep of claustrophobia sets in. . . . Highly recommended.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Sarah Pekkanen, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling coauthor of \u003ci\u003eThe Wife Between Us\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Sarah Pearse’s chilling debut is making waves. . . . \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium \u003c\/i\u003ecertainly has an eerie, cinematic appeal. . . . Sinister scene well and truly set, unexplained disappearances commence, and dark family dynamics emerge, with quick chapters that keep pages turning. With whispers of \u003ci\u003eThe Shining \u003c\/i\u003ein setting and \u003ci\u003eThe Girl on the Train\u003c\/i\u003e in pace, it . . . will please fans of suspense. Either way, it’s crying out for a screen adaptation and provides a welcome, if unsettling, distraction from current events.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eVanity Fair\u003c\/i\u003e (UK)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Slowly the dark secrets hidden in the sinister building emerge from the shadows. There are echoes of Hitchcock and du Maurier, but Pearse has her own distinctive, emotional voice—one to be admired.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eDaily Mail \u003c\/i\u003e(London)\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The perfect claustrophobic setting packed with mystery and edge-of-your-seat tension.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Natasha Preston, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Cellar\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Dark, suspenseful, and downright chilling, Pearse’s debut, \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e, is a triumph. Vividly set against the backdrop of the Swiss Alps, it had me on the edge of my seat from the first page. Pearse’s writing is sublime. Pearse has a big future ahead of her.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Sally Hepworth, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Mother-in-Law\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium \u003c\/i\u003eis definitely a debut novel to watch out for. What a chilling read! One of the creepiest thrillers I’ve ever read. So atmospheric, clever, and compulsive. LOVED it!” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Claire Douglas, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eLast Seen Alive\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A superb debut offering an astonishingly creepy and isolated backdrop, great characters, tension, and twists. Hugely atmospheric with enough menace to keep you looking over your shoulder!” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Sam Carrington, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eI Dare You\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A spine-tingling setting, an unnerving cast of characters, and so many incredibly creepy moments . . . This is not one to read before bed!” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Elizabeth Kay, author of\u003ci\u003e Seven Lies\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An incredible debut . . . Clever, creepy, and utterly compelling.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Samantha King, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Perfect Family\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e“A superbly atmospheric crime debut. Deliciously creepy and clever, it’s everything you could want in a thriller. Very highly recommended!” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Simon Lelic, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Search Party\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An atmospheric thriller with the perfect claustrophobic setting. This is equal parts creepy, suspenseful, and gruesome—everything you could want in a novel for this genre. This is a surefire hit guaranteed to keep you seeing shadows in the snow on those freezing winter nights. I loved it.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—C. J. Skuse, author of \u003ci\u003eSweetpea\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I loved it—such a wonderful sense of location, and the tension is knife edge–sharp. I was up at 5:30 in the mornings to read it.” \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Michelle Adams, author of \u003ci\u003eIf You Knew My Sister\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSarah Pearse\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in Devon, England, and studied English literature and creative writing at the University of Warwick before completing a postgraduate diploma in broadcast journalism. \u003ci\u003eThe Sanatorium\u003c\/i\u003e, her debut, was an instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller and a #1 \u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller, and was selected as a Reese's Book Club Pick. \u003ci\u003eThe Retreat\u003c\/i\u003e, her second novel, was also a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller.\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePress Release – Under Embargo until midnight March 5th 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Le Sommet\u003cbr\u003e Hauts de Plumachit\u003cbr\u003e Crans Montana 3963\u003cbr\u003e Valais\u003cbr\u003e Switzerland\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 5-STAR HOTEL SET TO OPEN IN THE SWISS RESORT OF CRANS MONTANA\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Located on a sunny mountain plateau above Crans Montana, high in the Swiss Alps, \u003ci\u003eLe Sommet\u003c\/i\u003e is the brainchild of Swiss property developer Lucas Caron. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e After eight years of extensive planning and construction, one of the town’s oldest sanatoriums is set to reopen as a luxury hotel. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The main building was designed in the early nineteenth century by Caron’s great-grandfather, Pierre. It became renowned worldwide as a center for treating tuberculosis before the advent of antibiotics forced its diversification.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e More recently, it gained international recognition for its innovative architecture, earning the elder Caron a posthumous Swiss Arts Award in 1942. Combining clean lines with large panoramic windows, flat roofs, and unadorned geometrical shapes, one judge described the building as ‘groundbreaking’ – custom designed to fulfill its function as a hospital, while also creating a seamless transition between the interior and exterior landscapes.  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Lucas Caron said: “It was time we breathed new life into this building. We were confident that with the right vision, we could create a sensitively restored hotel that would pay homage to its rich past.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Under the guidance of Swiss architectural firm Lemaitre SA, a team has been assembled to renovate the building and also add a state-of-the-art spa and event center. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Subtly refurbished, \u003ci\u003eLe Sommet\u003c\/i\u003e will make innovative use of natural, local materials such as wood, slate, and stone. The hotel’s elegant, modern interiors will not only echo the powerful topography outside, but will draw on the building’s past to create a new narrative. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Philippe Volkem, CEO of Valais Tourisme, said, \"This will doubtless be the jewel in the crown of what is already one of the finest winter resorts in the world.\"\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e For press enquiries, please contact Leman PR, Lausanne. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e For general enquiries \/ bookings please visit www.lesommetcransmontana.ch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJanuary 2020\u003cbr\u003eDay One \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe funicular from the valley town of Sierre to Crans‐Montana scores a near‐perfect vertical line up the mountainside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlicing through snow‐covered vineyards and the small towns of Venthone, Chermignon, Mollens, Randogne, and Bluche, the route, almost three miles long, takes passengers up the mountain in just twelve minutes. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In off‐peak season, the funicular is usually half empty. Most people drive up the mountain or take the bus. But today, with the roads almost station‐ ary thanks to heavy traffic, it’s full. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elin Warner stands on the left in the packed carriage, absorbing it all: the fat flakes of snow collecting on the windows, the slush‐covered floor piled high with bags, the lanky teenagers shoving through the doors. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her shoulders tense. She’s forgotten how kids that age can be: selfish, unaware of anyone but themselves. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A sodden sleeve brushes her cheek. She smells damp, cigarettes, fried food, the musky‐citrus tang of cheap aftershave. Then comes a throaty cough. Laughter. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A group of men are jostling through the doorway, talking loudly, bulg‐ ing North Face sports bags on their backs. They are squeezing the family next to her farther into the carriage. Into her. An arm rubs hers, beer breath hot against her neck.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003ePanic pushes through her. Her heart is racing. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWill it ever stop? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s been a year since the Hayler case and she’s still thinking about it, dreaming about it. Waking up in the night, sheets damp with sweat, the dream vivid in her head: the hand around her throat, damp walls contract‐ ing, closing in on her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then salt water; frothing, sloshing over her mouth, her nose . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eControl it\u003c\/i\u003e, she tells herself, forcing herself to read the graffiti on the wall of the funicular. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDon’t let it control you. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her eyes dance over the scrawled letters weaving up the metal: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Michel 2010\u003cbr\u003eBisous xxx\u003cbr\u003eInes \u0026amp; Ric 2016\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFollowing the words up to the window, she startles. Her reflection . . . it pains her to look at it. She’s thin. Too thin. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s as if someone’s hollowed her out, carved the very core of her away. Her cheekbones are knife sharp, her slanted blue‐gray eyes wider, more pro‐ nounced. Even the choppy mess of pale blond hair, the blur of the scar on her upper lip, doesn’t soften her appearance. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She’s been training nonstop since her mother’s death. Ten‐K runs. Pilates. Weights. Cycling on the coast road between Torquay and Exeter in the blistering wind and rain. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s too much, but she doesn’t know how to stop, even if she should. It’s all she’s got; the only tactic to chase away what’s inside her head. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elin turns away. Sweat pricks the back of her neck. Looking at Will, she tries to concentrate on his face, the familiar shadow of stubble grazing his chin, the untamable dark blond tufts of his hair. “Will, I’m burning up.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His features contract. She can see the blueprint of future wrinkles in his anxious face; a starburst of lines around his eyes, light creases running across his forehead. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You okay?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elin shakes her head, tears stinging her eyes. “I don’t feel right.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Will lowers his voice. “About this, or . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She knows what he’s trying to say: \u003ci\u003eIsaac\u003c\/i\u003e. It’s both; him, the panic, they’re \u003cbr\u003e intertwined, connected.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t know.” Her throat feels tight. “I keep going over it, you know, the invitation, out of the blue. Maybe coming was the wrong decision. I should have thought about it more, or at least spoken to him properly before we let him book.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s not too late. We can always go back. Say I had problems with work.” Smiling, Will nudges his glasses up his nose with his forefinger. “This might count as the shortest‐ever holiday on record, but who cares.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elin forces herself to return his smile, a quiet sting of devastation at the contrast between then and now. How easily he’s accepted this: the new normal. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s the opposite of when they’d first met. Back then, she was peaking; that’s how she thinks of it now. At the pinnacle of her twentysomething life. She’d just bought her first apartment near the beach, the top floor of an old Victorian villa. Bijou, but high ceilings, views of a tiny square of sea. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWork was going well—she’d been promoted to detective sergeant, landed a big case, an important one, her mother was responding well to the first round of chemo. She thought she was on top of her grief for Sam, dealing with it, but now . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her life has contracted. Closed down to become something that would have been unrecognizable to her a few years ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The doors are closing now, thick glass panels sliding together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a jolt, the funicular lurches upward, away from the station, accelerating.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElin closes her eyes, but that only makes it worse. Every sound, every judder, is magnified behind her eyelids. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe opens her eyes to see the landscape flashing by: blurry streaks of snow‐covered vineyards, chalets, shops. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her head swims. “I want to get out.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What?” Will turns. He tries to mask it, but she can hear the frustration in his voice. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I need to get out.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The funicular pulls into a tunnel. They plunge into darkness, and a woman whoops. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Elin breathes in, slowly, carefully, but she can feel it coming—that sense of impending doom. All at once, her blood feels sticky moving through her, yet also like it’s rushing everywhere at once. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More breaths. Slower, as she’d taught herself. \u003ci\u003eIn for four, hold, then out for seven. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s not enough. Her throat contracts. Her breath is coming shallow now, fast. Her lungs are fighting, desperately trying to drag in oxygen. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Your inhaler,” Will urges. “Where is it?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Scrabbling in her pocket, she pulls it out, pushes down: \u003ci\u003egood\u003c\/i\u003e. 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