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The Party
The Party: The perfect Christmas treat from the Sunday Times bestselling author | Tessa Hadley
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An irresistible novella about two sisters and a night that changes everything, from the master chronicler of our hearts hidden desires. Tessa Hadley is my favourite author KATE ATKINSON Evelyn had the surprising thought that bodies were sometimes wiser than the people inside them. Shed have liked to impress somebody with this idea, but couldnt explain it. On a winter Saturday night in post-war Bristol, sisters Moira and Evelyn, on the cusp of adulthood, go to an art students party in a dockside pub; there they meet two men, Paul and Sinden, whose air of worldliness and sophistication both intrigues and repels them. Sinden calls a few days later to invite them over to the grand suburban mansion Paul shares with his brother and sister, and Moira accepts despite Evelyns misgivings. As the night unfolds in this unfamiliar, glamorous new setting, the sisters learn things about themselves and each other that shock them, and release them into a new phase of their lives. Few writers give me such consistent pleasure ZADIE SMITH Hadleys extraordinary skill [is] making both surface life and deep interiors come fully alive COLM TIBN Tessa Hadley recruits admirers with each book HILARY MANTEL
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TheEllieMo
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Mehso-so

I can accept that this is nicely written, and some people will like it very much, but I‘m afraid this coming-of-age story of two sisters, set in post-war Bristol didn‘t really move me.

Book 2/60; Page 162/18,000! #Read2025 @DieAReader

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Book 2 #JumpStart2025 @Lizpixie

DieAReader 🤞🏻Better luck with the #Next book! 2d
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charl08
Party | Tessa Hadley
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Ride on! ride on in majesty! / In lowly pomp ride on to die. Or, Thou, most kind and gentle death, / Waiting to hush our latest breath, / O praise him, alleluia! It perplexed Evelyn that there was such a mismatch between the lurid passionate words of the hymns and the tame chit-chat of the congregation at the end of services, when any mention of death - or for that matter lowly pomp, or even riding - would have seemed jarring and excessive.

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