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Автор: Louise Leverett
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      LOUISE LEVERETT graduated from Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts in London on a full scholarship before moving to study at the Lee Strasberg Institute of Film in New York. Since establishing her own business ‘Rock the Tribes’ she is now working on a collection of writings that will eventually be turned into adaptions for screen.

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      First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019

      Copyright © Louise Leverett 2019

      Louise Leverett asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Ebook Edition © April 2019 ISBN: 9780008237042

      for mum, dad

      and alex…

      Contents

       Cover

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Seven – Oh, Starry, Starry Night

       Chapter Eight – There Once Was a Girl Who Swallowed a Lie, Perhaps She’ll Die

       Chapter Nine – Goodnight, Head/Good Morning, Heart

       Chapter Ten – Doing the Wrong Things to the Right People

       Chapter Eleven – You, Me… Oui

       Chapter Twelve – So Human

       Chapter Thirteen – It’s a Girl Thing

       WINTER

       Chapter Fourteen – Trying to Catch Water: Part One

       Trying to Catch Water: Part Two

       Chapter Fifteen – And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

       Chapter Sixteen – Going Against the Tide

       Chapter Seventeen – Rah, Rah, Relationship

       Chapter Eighteen – A New Chapter

       Chapter Nineteen – The Deep Blue Sea

       SPRING

       Chapter Twenty – The Magical Hour

       Chapter Twenty-One – Once Upon a Time…

       Chapter Twenty-Two – Pushing Through Purgatory

       Chapter Twenty-Three – Seeds of Change

       Chapter Twenty-Four – Seek Happy Nights to Happy Days

       Chapter Twenty-Five – Rainbows

       Chapter Twenty-Six – Human Nature

       Chapter Twenty-Seven – Love, and Other Things to Live For

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publisher

      I awoke to the sound of a clock.

      Tick.

      Tock.

      Tick.

      Tock.

      Opening my eyes to the beginnings of a new day.

      I don’t smoke, barely drink, have never experienced casual sex and so this was the tasting menu of new discoveries. I had decided to dip my toe in the final waters of youth as an almost goodbye to my carefree years, complete with late nights and a series of events that had caused my heart to pound and my head to spin. What began with a plethora of shots and inappropriate dancing with a man I barely knew but had worked with my friend, so not a total stranger; perhaps emotionally but certainly not geographically, had now ended with the realisation that the answer to my predicament did not lie at the bottom of a bottle. I had persuaded myself I would see him again, clinging onto the slim thread that last night meant something. But it didn’t. And to be totally honest, lashing out at the world as redemption for a broken heart just wasn’t as fun as I had imagined it would be.

      I was getting over someone. Charlie. Perhaps not going the right way about it but trying all the same. And although my appearance suggested I was carefree, inside I was hurting. Slowly seeping through