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The Third Wife: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Jewell, Lisa
  • Author:  Jewell, Lisa
  • ISBN-10:  1476792194
  • ISBN-10:  1476792194
  • ISBN-13:  9781476792194
  • ISBN-13:  9781476792194
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2016
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2016
  • SKU:  1476792194-11-MING
  • SKU:  1476792194-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100435384
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Fans of Liane Moriarty and Jojo Moyes will be captivated by this riveting family drama with a dark mystery at its core, from theNew York Timesbestselling author ofThen She Was Gone.

In the early hours of a summer morning, a young woman steps into the path of an oncoming bus. A tragic accident? Or suicide?

At the center of this puzzle is Adrian Wolfe, a successful architect and grief-stricken widower, who, a year after his third wife’s death, begins to investigate the cause. As Adrian looks back on their brief but seemingly happy marriage, disturbing secrets begin to surface. The divorces from his two previous wives had been amicable, or so it seemed; his children, all five of them, were resilient as ever, or so he thought. But something, or someone, must have pushed Maya over the edge.

“Jewell’s last few novels have been a revelation—emotionally sophisticated and complex,” saysKirkus Reviews. “Like Liane Moriarty, she manages the perfect blend of women’s fiction and nail-biting suspense,” hailsBooklist.The Third Wifeis “an emotionally intelligent, brilliantly plotted, and beautifully written examination of a very modern family that will keep you gripped to the end” (London Daily Mail).The Third Wife

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April 2011

They might have been fireworks, the splashes, bursts, storms of color that exploded in front of her eyes. They might have been the northern lights, her own personal aurora borealis. But they weren’t, they were just neon lights and streetlights rendered blurred and prismatic by vodka. Maya blinked, trying to dislodge the colors from her field of vision. But they were stuck, as though someone had been scribbling on lӟ

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