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You don't know me, but you'll have seen my face. In the earlier pictures, they bludgeoned our features with pixels, right down to our waists; even our hair was too distinctive to disclose. But the story and its protectors grew weary, and in the danker corners of the Internet we became easy to find. The favored photograph was taken in front of the house on Moor Woods Road, early on a September evening. We had filed out and lined up, six of us in height order and Noah in Ethan's arms, while Father arranged the composition. Little white wraiths squirming in the sunshine. Behind us, the house rested in the last of the day's light, shadows spreading from the windows and the door. We were still and looking at the camera. It should have been perfect. But just before Father pressed the button, Evie squeezed my hand and turned up her face toward me; in the photograph, she is just about to speak, and my smile is starting to curl. I don't remember what she said, but I'm quite sure that we paid for it, later.
I arrived at the prison in the midafternoon. On the drive I had been listening to an old playlist made by JP, Have a Great Day, and without the music and the engine, the car was abruptly quiet. I opened the door. Traffic was building on the motorway, the noise of it like the ocean.
The prison had released a short statement confirming Mother's death. I read the articles online the evening before, which were perfunctory, and which all concluded with a variation of the same happy ending: the Gracie children, some of whom have waived their anonymity, are believed to be well. I sat in a towel on the hotel bed with room service on my lap, laughing. At breakfast, there was a stack of local newspapers next to the coffee; Mother was on the front page, underneath an article about a stabbing at Wimpy Burger. A quiet day.
My room included a hot buffet, and I kept eating right up until the end, when the waitress told me that the kitchen had to begin preparing for lunch.
"People stop for lunch?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised," she said. She looked apologetic. "Lunch isn't included with the room, though."
"That's okay," I said. "Thanks. That was really good."
When I started my job, my mentor, Julia Devlin, told me that the time would come when I would tire of free food and free alcohol; when my fascination with platters of immaculate canapŽs would wane; when I would no longer set my alarm to get to a hotel breakfast. Devlin was right about a lot of things, but not about that.
I had never been to the prison before, but it wasn't so different from what I had imagined. Beyond the car park were white walls, crowned with barbed wire, like a challenge from a fairy tale. Behind that, four towers presided over a concrete moat, with a gray fort at its center. Mother's little life. I had parked too far away and had to walk across a sea of empty spaces, following the thick white lines where I could. There was only one other car in the lot, and inside it there was an old woman, clutching the wheel. When she saw me, she raised her hand, as if we might know each other, and I waved back.
Underfoot, the tarmac was starting to stick. By the time I reached the entrance, I could feel sweat in my bra and in the hair at the back of my neck. My summer clothes were in a wardrobe in New York. I had remembered English summers as timid, and every time I stepped outside, I was surprised by bold blue sky. I had spent some time that morning thinking about what to wear, stuck, half-dressed, in the wardrobe mirror; there really wasn't an outfit for every occasion, after all. I had settled on a white shirt, loose jeans, shop-clean trainers, obnoxious sunglasses. Is it too jovial? I asked Olivia, texting her a picture, but she was in Italy, at a wedding on the walls of Volterra, and she didn't reply.
There was a receptionist, just like in any other office. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "With the warden."
"With the director?"
"Sure. With the director."
"Are you Alexandra?"
"That's me."
The warden had agreed to meet me in the entrance hall. "There's a reduced staff on Saturday afternoons," she had said. "And no visitors after three p.m. It should be quiet for you."
"I'd like that," I said. "Thanks."
"I shouldn't say this," she said, "but it would be the time for the great escape."
Now she came down the corridor, filling it. I had read about her online. She was the country's first female warden of a high-security facility, and she had given a few interviews after her appointment. She had wanted to be a police officer at a time when height restrictions were still in force, and she was two inches under. She had discovered that she was still tall enough to be a prison officer, which was illogical, but okay with her. She wore an electric blue suit-I recognized it from the pictures accompanying the interviews-and strange, dainty shoes, as if somebody had told her they might soften her impression. She believed-absolutely-in the power of rehabilitation. She looked more tired than in her photographs.
"Alexandra," she said, and shook my hand. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
"I'm not," I said. "So don't worry about it."
She gestured back from where she had come. "I'm just by the visitors' center," she said. "Please."
The corridor was a tepid yellow, scuffed at the baseboards and decorated with shriveled posters about pregnancy and meditation. At the end there was a scanner, as well as a conveyor belt for your belongings. Steel lockers to the ceiling. "Formalities," she said. "At least it's not busy."
"Like an airport," I said. I thought of the service in New York, two days before: my laptop and phones in a gray tray and the neat, transparent bag of makeup that I set beside them. There were special lanes for frequent flyers, and I never had to queue.
"Just like that," she said. "Yes."
She unloaded her pockets onto the conveyor belt and passed through the scanner. She carried a security pass, a pink fan, and a children's sunscreen. "A whole family of redheads," she said. "We're not built for days like this." In her pass photograph she looked like a teenager, eager to begin her first day of work. My pockets were empty. I followed her straight through.
Inside, too, there was no one around. We walked through the visitors' center, where the plastic tables and secured chairs awaited the next session. At the end of the room was a metal door, without windows; somewhere behind that, I assumed, was Mother and the confines of each of her small days. I touched a chair as we passed and thought of my siblings, waiting in the stale room for Mother to be presented to them. Delilah would have reclined here, on many occasions, and Ethan had visited once, although only for the nobility of it. He had written a piece for The Sunday Times afterward, titled "The Problems with Forgiveness," which were many and predictable.
The warden's office was through a different door. She touched her pass to the wall and patted herself down for a final key. It was in the pocket above her heart, attached to a plastic frame that held a photo full of redheaded children. "Well," she said. "Here we are."
It was a simple office, with pockmarked walls and a view to the motorway. She seemed to have recognized this and decided that it wouldn't do; she had brought in a stern wooden desk and an office chair, and she had found a budget for two leather sofas, which she would need for delicate conversations. On the walls were her certificates and a map of the United Kingdom.
"I know that we haven't met before," the warden said, "but there's something I want to say to you before the lawyer joins us."
She gestured to the sofas. I despised formal meetings on comfortable furniture; it was impossible to know how to sit. On the table in front of us was a cardboard box and a slim brown envelope bearing Mother's name.
"I hope that you don't think that this is unprofessional," the warden said, "but I remember you and your family on the news at the time. My children were just babies then. I've thought about those headlines a lot since, even before this job came up. You see a great many things in this line of work. Both the things that make the papers and the things that don't. And after all this time, some of those things-a very small number-surprise me. People say: How can you still be surprised, even now? Well, I refuse not to be surprised."
She took her fan from the pocket of her suit. Closer, it looked like something handmade by a child, or possibly by a prisoner. "Your parents surprised me," she said.
I looked past her. The sun teetered at the edge of the window, about to fall into the room.
"It was a terrible thing that happened to you," she said. "From all of us here-we hope that you might find some peace."
"Should we talk," I said, "about why you called me?"
The solicitor was poised outside the office, like an actor waiting for his cue. He was dressed in a gray suit and a cheerful tie, and sweating. The leather squeaked when he sat down. "Bill," he said, and stood again to shake my hand. The top of his collar had started to stain, and now that was gray, too. "I understand," he said, right away, "that you're also a lawyer." He was younger than I had expected, maybe younger than me; we could have studied at the same time.
"Just company stuff," I said, and to make him feel better: "I don't know the first thing about wills."
"That," Bill said, "is what I'm here for."
I smiled, encouragingly.
"Okay!" Bill said, and rapped the cardboard box. "These are the personal possessions," he said. "And this is the document."
He slid the envelope across the table, and I tore it open. The will read, in Mother's trembling hand, that Deborah Gracie appointed her daughter Alexandra Gracie as executor of this will; that Deborah Gracie's remaining possessions consisted of, first, those possessions held at HM Prison Northwood; second, approximately twenty thousand pounds inherited from her husband, Charles Gracie, upon his death; and third, the property found at 11 Moor Woods Road, in Hollowfield. Those possessions were to be divided equally among Deborah Gracie's surviving children.
"Executor," I said.
"She seemed quite sure that you were the person for the job," Bill said.
See Mother in her cell, playing with her long, long blond hair, right down to her knees; so long that she could sit on it, as a party trick. She considers her will, presided over by Bill, who feels sorry for her, who is happy to help out, and who is sweating then, too. There is so much that he wants to ask. Mother holds the pen in her hand and trembles in studied desolation. Executor, Bill explains. It's something of an honor. But it's also an administrative burden, and there will need to be communications with the various beneficiaries. Mother, with the cancer bubbling in her stomach and only a few months left to fuck us over, knows exactly whom to appoint.
"There is no obligation for you to take this up," Bill said. "If you don't want to."
"I'm aware of that," I said, and Bill's shoulders shifted.
"I can guide you through the basics," he said. "It's a very small portfolio of assets. It shouldn't take up too much of your time. The key thing-the thing that I'd bear in mind-is to get the beneficiaries' agreement. However you decide to handle those assets, you get your siblings' go-ahead first."
I was booked on a flight back to New York the next afternoon. I thought of the cold air on the plane and the neat menus that were handed out just after takeoff. I could see myself settling into the journey, the prior three days deadened by the drinks in the lounge, and waking up to the warm evening and a black car waiting to take me home.
"I need to consider it," I said. "It's not a convenient time."
Bill handed me a slip of paper, his name and number handwritten on pale gray lines. Business cards were not in the prison's budget. "I'll wait to hear from you," he said. "If it's not you, then it would be helpful to have suggestions. One of the other beneficiaries, perhaps."
I thought of making this proposal to Ethan, or Gabriel, or Delilah. "Perhaps," I said.
"For a start," Bill said, holding the box in his palm, "these are all her possessions at Northwood. I can release them to you today."
The box was light.
"They're of negligible value, I'm afraid," he said. "She had a number of goodwill credits-for exemplary behavior, things like that-but they don't have much value outside."
"That's a shame," I said.
"The only other thing," the warden said, "is the body."
She walked to her desk and pulled out a ring-bound file of plastic wallets, each of them containing a flyer or a catalog. Like a waiter with a menu, she opened it before me, and I glimpsed somber fonts and a few apologetic faces.
"Options," she said, and turned the page. "If you'd like them. Funeral homes. Some of these are a bit more detailed: services, caskets, things like that. And they're all local-all within a fifty-mile radius."
"I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding," I said.
The warden shut the file, on a leaflet featuring a leopard-print hearse.
"We won't be claiming the body," I said.
"Oh," Bill said.
If the warden was perturbed, she hid it well. "In that case," she said, "we would bury your mother in an unmarked grave, according to default prison policy. Do you have any objections to that?"
"No," I said. "I don't have any objections."
My other meeting was with the chaplain, who had requested to see me. She had asked me to come to the visitors chapel, which was in the car park. One of the warden's assistants accompanied me to a squat outbuilding. Somebody had erected a wooden cross above the door and hung colored tissue paper across the windows. A childÕs stained glass. Six rows of benches faced a makeshift stage, with a fan and a lectern and a model of Jesus, mid-crucifixion.
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You don't know me, but you'll have seen my face. In the earlier pictures, they bludgeoned our features with pixels, right down to our waists; even our hair was too distinctive to disclose. But the story and its protectors grew weary, and in the danker corners of the Internet we became easy to find. The favored photograph was taken in front of the house on Moor Woods Road, early on a September evening. We had filed out and lined up, six of us in height order and Noah in Ethan's arms, while Father arranged the composition. Little white wraiths squirming in the sunshine. Behind us, the house rested in the last of the day's light, shadows spreading from the windows and the door. We were still and looking at the camera. It should have been perfect. But just before Father pressed the button, Evie squeezed my hand and turned up her face toward me; in the photograph, she is just about to speak, and my smile is starting to curl. I don't remember what she said, but I'm quite sure that we paid for it, later.
I arrived at the prison in the midafternoon. On the drive I had been listening to an old playlist made by JP, Have a Great Day, and without the music and the engine, the car was abruptly quiet. I opened the door. Traffic was building on the motorway, the noise of it like the ocean.
The prison had released a short statement confirming Mother's death. I read the articles online the evening before, which were perfunctory, and which all concluded with a variation of the same happy ending: the Gracie children, some of whom have waived their anonymity, are believed to be well. I sat in a towel on the hotel bed with room service on my lap, laughing. At breakfast, there was a stack of local newspapers next to the coffee; Mother was on the front page, underneath an article about a stabbing at Wimpy Burger. A quiet day.
My room included a hot buffet, and I kept eating right up until the end, when the waitress told me that the kitchen had to begin preparing for lunch.
"People stop for lunch?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised," she said. She looked apologetic. "Lunch isn't included with the room, though."
"That's okay," I said. "Thanks. That was really good."
When I started my job, my mentor, Julia Devlin, told me that the time would come when I would tire of free food and free alcohol; when my fascination with platters of immaculate canapŽs would wane; when I would no longer set my alarm to get to a hotel breakfast. Devlin was right about a lot of things, but not about that.
I had never been to the prison before, but it wasn't so different from what I had imagined. Beyond the car park were white walls, crowned with barbed wire, like a challenge from a fairy tale. Behind that, four towers presided over a concrete moat, with a gray fort at its center. Mother's little life. I had parked too far away and had to walk across a sea of empty spaces, following the thick white lines where I could. There was only one other car in the lot, and inside it there was an old woman, clutching the wheel. When she saw me, she raised her hand, as if we might know each other, and I waved back.
Underfoot, the tarmac was starting to stick. By the time I reached the entrance, I could feel sweat in my bra and in the hair at the back of my neck. My summer clothes were in a wardrobe in New York. I had remembered English summers as timid, and every time I stepped outside, I was surprised by bold blue sky. I had spent some time that morning thinking about what to wear, stuck, half-dressed, in the wardrobe mirror; there really wasn't an outfit for every occasion, after all. I had settled on a white shirt, loose jeans, shop-clean trainers, obnoxious sunglasses. Is it too jovial? I asked Olivia, texting her a picture, but she was in Italy, at a wedding on the walls of Volterra, and she didn't reply.
There was a receptionist, just like in any other office. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "With the warden."
"With the director?"
"Sure. With the director."
"Are you Alexandra?"
"That's me."
The warden had agreed to meet me in the entrance hall. "There's a reduced staff on Saturday afternoons," she had said. "And no visitors after three p.m. It should be quiet for you."
"I'd like that," I said. "Thanks."
"I shouldn't say this," she said, "but it would be the time for the great escape."
Now she came down the corridor, filling it. I had read about her online. She was the country's first female warden of a high-security facility, and she had given a few interviews after her appointment. She had wanted to be a police officer at a time when height restrictions were still in force, and she was two inches under. She had discovered that she was still tall enough to be a prison officer, which was illogical, but okay with her. She wore an electric blue suit-I recognized it from the pictures accompanying the interviews-and strange, dainty shoes, as if somebody had told her they might soften her impression. She believed-absolutely-in the power of rehabilitation. She looked more tired than in her photographs.
"Alexandra," she said, and shook my hand. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
"I'm not," I said. "So don't worry about it."
She gestured back from where she had come. "I'm just by the visitors' center," she said. "Please."
The corridor was a tepid yellow, scuffed at the baseboards and decorated with shriveled posters about pregnancy and meditation. At the end there was a scanner, as well as a conveyor belt for your belongings. Steel lockers to the ceiling. "Formalities," she said. "At least it's not busy."
"Like an airport," I said. I thought of the service in New York, two days before: my laptop and phones in a gray tray and the neat, transparent bag of makeup that I set beside them. There were special lanes for frequent flyers, and I never had to queue.
"Just like that," she said. "Yes."
She unloaded her pockets onto the conveyor belt and passed through the scanner. She carried a security pass, a pink fan, and a children's sunscreen. "A whole family of redheads," she said. "We're not built for days like this." In her pass photograph she looked like a teenager, eager to begin her first day of work. My pockets were empty. I followed her straight through.
Inside, too, there was no one around. We walked through the visitors' center, where the plastic tables and secured chairs awaited the next session. At the end of the room was a metal door, without windows; somewhere behind that, I assumed, was Mother and the confines of each of her small days. I touched a chair as we passed and thought of my siblings, waiting in the stale room for Mother to be presented to them. Delilah would have reclined here, on many occasions, and Ethan had visited once, although only for the nobility of it. He had written a piece for The Sunday Times afterward, titled "The Problems with Forgiveness," which were many and predictable.
The warden's office was through a different door. She touched her pass to the wall and patted herself down for a final key. It was in the pocket above her heart, attached to a plastic frame that held a photo full of redheaded children. "Well," she said. "Here we are."
It was a simple office, with pockmarked walls and a view to the motorway. She seemed to have recognized this and decided that it wouldn't do; she had brought in a stern wooden desk and an office chair, and she had found a budget for two leather sofas, which she would need for delicate conversations. On the walls were her certificates and a map of the United Kingdom.
"I know that we haven't met before," the warden said, "but there's something I want to say to you before the lawyer joins us."
She gestured to the sofas. I despised formal meetings on comfortable furniture; it was impossible to know how to sit. On the table in front of us was a cardboard box and a slim brown envelope bearing Mother's name.
"I hope that you don't think that this is unprofessional," the warden said, "but I remember you and your family on the news at the time. My children were just babies then. I've thought about those headlines a lot since, even before this job came up. You see a great many things in this line of work. Both the things that make the papers and the things that don't. And after all this time, some of those things-a very small number-surprise me. People say: How can you still be surprised, even now? Well, I refuse not to be surprised."
She took her fan from the pocket of her suit. Closer, it looked like something handmade by a child, or possibly by a prisoner. "Your parents surprised me," she said.
I looked past her. The sun teetered at the edge of the window, about to fall into the room.
"It was a terrible thing that happened to you," she said. "From all of us here-we hope that you might find some peace."
"Should we talk," I said, "about why you called me?"
The solicitor was poised outside the office, like an actor waiting for his cue. He was dressed in a gray suit and a cheerful tie, and sweating. The leather squeaked when he sat down. "Bill," he said, and stood again to shake my hand. The top of his collar had started to stain, and now that was gray, too. "I understand," he said, right away, "that you're also a lawyer." He was younger than I had expected, maybe younger than me; we could have studied at the same time.
"Just company stuff," I said, and to make him feel better: "I don't know the first thing about wills."
"That," Bill said, "is what I'm here for."
I smiled, encouragingly.
"Okay!" Bill said, and rapped the cardboard box. "These are the personal possessions," he said. "And this is the document."
He slid the envelope across the table, and I tore it open. The will read, in Mother's trembling hand, that Deborah Gracie appointed her daughter Alexandra Gracie as executor of this will; that Deborah Gracie's remaining possessions consisted of, first, those possessions held at HM Prison Northwood; second, approximately twenty thousand pounds inherited from her husband, Charles Gracie, upon his death; and third, the property found at 11 Moor Woods Road, in Hollowfield. Those possessions were to be divided equally among Deborah Gracie's surviving children.
"Executor," I said.
"She seemed quite sure that you were the person for the job," Bill said.
See Mother in her cell, playing with her long, long blond hair, right down to her knees; so long that she could sit on it, as a party trick. She considers her will, presided over by Bill, who feels sorry for her, who is happy to help out, and who is sweating then, too. There is so much that he wants to ask. Mother holds the pen in her hand and trembles in studied desolation. Executor, Bill explains. It's something of an honor. But it's also an administrative burden, and there will need to be communications with the various beneficiaries. Mother, with the cancer bubbling in her stomach and only a few months left to fuck us over, knows exactly whom to appoint.
"There is no obligation for you to take this up," Bill said. "If you don't want to."
"I'm aware of that," I said, and Bill's shoulders shifted.
"I can guide you through the basics," he said. "It's a very small portfolio of assets. It shouldn't take up too much of your time. The key thing-the thing that I'd bear in mind-is to get the beneficiaries' agreement. However you decide to handle those assets, you get your siblings' go-ahead first."
I was booked on a flight back to New York the next afternoon. I thought of the cold air on the plane and the neat menus that were handed out just after takeoff. I could see myself settling into the journey, the prior three days deadened by the drinks in the lounge, and waking up to the warm evening and a black car waiting to take me home.
"I need to consider it," I said. "It's not a convenient time."
Bill handed me a slip of paper, his name and number handwritten on pale gray lines. Business cards were not in the prison's budget. "I'll wait to hear from you," he said. "If it's not you, then it would be helpful to have suggestions. One of the other beneficiaries, perhaps."
I thought of making this proposal to Ethan, or Gabriel, or Delilah. "Perhaps," I said.
"For a start," Bill said, holding the box in his palm, "these are all her possessions at Northwood. I can release them to you today."
The box was light.
"They're of negligible value, I'm afraid," he said. "She had a number of goodwill credits-for exemplary behavior, things like that-but they don't have much value outside."
"That's a shame," I said.
"The only other thing," the warden said, "is the body."
She walked to her desk and pulled out a ring-bound file of plastic wallets, each of them containing a flyer or a catalog. Like a waiter with a menu, she opened it before me, and I glimpsed somber fonts and a few apologetic faces.
"Options," she said, and turned the page. "If you'd like them. Funeral homes. Some of these are a bit more detailed: services, caskets, things like that. And they're all local-all within a fifty-mile radius."
"I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding," I said.
The warden shut the file, on a leaflet featuring a leopard-print hearse.
"We won't be claiming the body," I said.
"Oh," Bill said.
If the warden was perturbed, she hid it well. "In that case," she said, "we would bury your mother in an unmarked grave, according to default prison policy. Do you have any objections to that?"
"No," I said. "I don't have any objections."
My other meeting was with the chaplain, who had requested to see me. She had asked me to come to the visitors chapel, which was in the car park. One of the warden's assistants accompanied me to a squat outbuilding. Somebody had erected a wooden cross above the door and hung colored tissue paper across the windows. A childÕs stained glass. Six rows of benches faced a makeshift stage, with a fan and a lectern and a model of Jesus, mid-crucifixion.
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Abigail Dean was born in Manchester and grew up in the Peak District. She was formerly a Waterstones bookseller and a lawyer for Google. Her first novel, GIRL A, was a New York Times and Sunday Times top ten bestseller and a Kindle number 1 bestseller. It was chosen as a Best Book of 2021 by the Times, FT, Guardian, Independent, Stylist, and more. The rights to GIRL A sold in 36 territories and a television series is being adapted with Sony. Abigail's second novel, DAY ONE, will be published in March 2024.
Abigail lives in London and is working on her third novel. She has always loved reading, writing, and talking about books. You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram @AbigailSDean.
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Book review blog / author interviews / all things bookish, review: girl a by abigail dean.
All you need to know is: I devoured Girl A in a weekend. I just couldn’t stop reading this fantastic debut from Abigail Dean. It’s a psychological thriller with depth and drive. Some parts were very difficult to read but you just HAD to keep turning those pages to hear Girl A’s story.
Opening sentence: You don’t know me, but you’ll have seen my face.
The story opens with Lex Gracie (Girl A) having been made executive of her mother’s will after her mother dies in prison. Lex and her siblings are infamous for unpleasant reasons: they were held captive in their home, abused and starved by their parents. Their father ended his own life when Lex escaped aged 15 and raised the alarm. Their mother ended up in prison.
‘She wrote to you many times in those years,’ she said. ‘To you and to Ethan and to Delilah. I heard about you all. Gabriel and Noah. Sometimes she wrote to Daniel and Evie.’
What we then get is a really interesting story about what happens to people who have had an experience like this in their childhood. Each child reacts differently, remembers what happened in an individual way and are doing what they can as adults to thrive or just survive.
There are chapters about each sibling, all told through Lex’s POV, set both in the present day and in flashbacks that reveal what happened to lead their parents to commit such terrible acts against their own children. This was an excellently crafted part of the story. The abuse happened gradually, over years, to the point where, by the time it hit extreme levels, it was too late for Lex and her siblings to do anything.
Why didn’t you just leave when you had the chance?
Lex is the second eldest sibling and a damaged and complex character. Determined not to let what happened to her stop her succeeding in life, yet unable to stop the psychological damage that come with an experience. She is strong and resilient and wonderfully written.
I have always been morbidly fascinated and appalled by real-life stories like this. I think it’s the level of corrupt human nature – I just can’t fathom that people exist who would do this. Prior to reading Girl A , I had heard of the Turpin family – a mother and father who abused and neglected their 12 children, truly horrific to read about. Author Abigail Dean says in this interview that she was partially inspired by this case.
Also, a book that sprung to mind while reading Girl A was Educated by Tara Westover. Not fiction – and not to the extreme levels of the story that Girl A tells – Educated is a memoir that details Tara’s life with her religious-zealot father who tries to contain and control his children.
The traumatic theme of Girl A is not the easiest to read about but the way Abigail Dean tells this story is wildly compelling. It is a dive into the deprived depths of human nature and the consequences for the people who are victims in that. I was totally immersed in this story and I know it will stay with me for a long time.
It didn’t take long for me to dive into this book. Truth be told after reading the synopsis I was already hooked.
‘Girl A,’ she said. ‘The girl who escaped. If anyone was going to make it, it was going to be you.’
“Lex Gracie doesn’t want to think about her family. She doesn’t want to think about growing up in her parents’ House of Horrors. And she doesn’t want to think about her identity as Girl A: the girl who escaped. When her mother dies in prison and leaves Lex and her siblings the family home, she can’t run from her past any longer. Together with her sister, Evie, Lex intends to turn the House of Horrors into a force for good. But first she must come to terms with her six siblings – and with the childhood they shared.”
A family of seven children, all living in fear of making their father angry, terrified at the possibility of what this may bring onto each other. The situation escalating with the passing of the years as his distrust and suspicion deepens. Until finally a child escapes, manages to get help, and to bring rescue to her siblings in the process. They call her Girl A, she’s a survivor.
The children are now grown, but the insecurities and issues caused through their upbringing continue to cast a shadow over their lives. Each child handles the challenge differently, and some are more successful than others in overcoming the trauma.
As Girl A moves to connect with her siblings again, we meet each one and the curtain of what exactly happened all those years ago is gradually pulled back.
The storytelling by Abigail Dean in Girl A is as breathtaking as it is horrifying. An addictive read that won’t let you go until the last chapter has been read. It will leave you slightly breathless and I have no doubt that you’ll want to hug your own brother or sister tighter after you’ve turned the last page. A cracker of a book to start the year, Girl A is a must read to anyone who delights in the thriller or psychological drama genre.
Girl A is available from bookstores and online retailers for a recommended retail price of R330. I would assign a trigger warning to this book for abuse or neglect.
Thanks to Jonathan Ball Publishers for sharing this book with me.
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“ ‘ Girl A,’ she said. ‘The girl who escaped. If anyone was going to make it, it was going to be you.’ Lex Gracie doesn’t want to think about her family. She doesn’t want to think about growing up in her parents’ House of Horrors. And she doesn’t want to think about her identity as Girl A: the girl who escaped. When her mother dies in prison and leaves Lex and her siblings the family home, she can’t run from her past any longer. Together with her sister, Evie, Lex intends to turn the House of Horrors into a force for good. But first she must come to terms with her six siblings – and with the childhood they shared. Beautifully written and incredibly powerful, Girl A is a story of redemption, of horror, and of love.”
Hello and welcome to damppebbles. Today I am delighted to be sharing my review of one of the most talked about books of 2021 so far – Girl A by Abigail Dean. Girl A was published by HarperCollins on 21st January 2021 and is available in hardcover, audio and digital formats. I chose to read and review a free copy of Girl A but that has in no way influenced my review.
Abigail Dean is one of the authors appearing at March’s First Monday event over on Facebook (the first gathering – although online – for 2021!). Read on to find out more and how you can get involved!
Girl A is a hugely popular book, and rightly so. It is exquisitely written, emotional and pulls the reader into the story of the Gracie children. It’s a book I was keen to read following a couple of really enticing blog reviews, and I’m so glad I did.
Lex Gracie is a survivor. A survivor of child abuse. She and her six siblings are the infamous Gracie children who were discovered in a house of horrors near Manchester. Malnourished, abandoned and neglected by their cruel, deluded parents. But Lex escaped and ran for help. And now she’s Girl A – her identity hidden from the press and the watching world. Her life picked apart and put back together again, along with the lives of her siblings. Years later, following the death of her mother, Lex is made executor of her estate and finally has to confront her past and the house which became her prison. The dream, with her sister Evie, is to turn the house of horrors into a community centre. But to do that Lex must visit each of her siblings and get them to sign on the dotted line. Can Lex relive her traumatic past to make a positive change for her future…
Lex is such a complicated character but I really enjoyed spending time with her. Despite numerous sessions with a psychologist, she still bears the painful scars of her traumatic past. And who could blame her?! Her distance from her siblings, except Evie, aides her continual healing. The reader watches on as she is no longer able to avoid the difficult confrontations she’s managed to distance herself from for years. For me, the journey with Lex, spending time with her and discovering what made her tick, was the highlight of Girl A .
The story is told in the past – from the early days when life was fairly quiet for the small Gracie family, all the way through to Lex’s brave escape – and the present, with an adult Lex meeting with her siblings after so many years and working out how to make them agree to the community centre. Each sibling bears their own scars, their own allegiance to a brother or sister who helped soften the horror they were suffering at the time. The dynamics of the family are very intriguing and the reader is drawn into the story with ease. There’s always a question mark over what really happened during the children’s imprisonment; those overheard conversations from another room, the bangs and crashes and the sudden, threatening silences.
Would I recommend this book? I would, yes. Girl A is an emotional and compelling read which I think true crime fans will particularly enjoy. It’s not a book of twists and turns (although I will say that I was able to work out one of the major twists a smidge before it was revealed) but a well-drawn and considered exploration of a trauma survivor’s life. Defined forever by another person’s twisted ways. An exciting debut novel from a writer to watch. Recommended.
I chose to read and review a free copy of Girl A . The above review is my own unbiased opinion.
Girl A by Abigail Dean was published in the UK by HarperCollins on 21st January 2021 and is available in hardcover, audio and digital formats (please note, the following links are affiliate links which means I receive a small percentage of the purchase price at no extra cost to you): | amazon.co.uk | Waterstones | Foyles | Book Depository | bookshop.org | Goodreads | the damppebbles bookshop.org shop |
First Monday Crime Abigail Dean will be joining the panel for March’s First Monday Facebook event on Monday 1st March 2021 . Abigail will be appearing alongside Nadine Matheson (author of The Jigsaw Man ), Tim Glister (author of Red Corona ), Femi Kayode (author of Lightseekers ) and asking the questions will be Leye Adenle. The event is FREE of charge and will be held at 7.30pm on Monday 1st March via the First Monday Facebook page .
Girl A sold in the UK after a 9-way auction, and also sold at auction in the US. The novel has since been acquired in 27 other territories, and television/film rights have sold to Sony. Johan Renck, director of Chernobyl, is attached to work on the television adaptation of Girl A.
Abigail has always loved reading, writing, and talking about books. You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram @AbigailSDean.
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A 21-year-old man drowned trying to save a teenage girl who was in 'distress' at lake waxahachie in texas on saturday..
A family is mourning after a man in Texas drowned when he jumped in a lake to try and save a teenage girl who was in distress, police said.
A 21-year-old man died around 12:45 p.m. on Saturday at Lake Waxahachie in Waxahachie, Texas, when he attempted to rescue the girl, who was part of a large church group from Garland, Texas, the Waxahachie Police Department said in a Facebook post .
The girl was eventually pulled out of the water by a Red Oak, Texas boater and revived after being given CPR, police said. She was taken to a hospital for further medical care.
The man was recovered from the lake and also taken to a hospital, but he would soon be pronounced deceased, according to the social media post. Police did not release the name of the young man.
"The Waxahachie Police Department, along with the entire community, would like to extend our deepest condolences to the victim's family," the Facebook post said.
The Tarrant County Medical Examiner identified the man as Lincer López, WFAA reported. USA TODAY contacted the medical examiner's office on Monday but did not receive a response.
A GoFundMe was started for Lincer Mejía López, and it identifies him as the man who drowned at Lake Waxahachie at 12:45 p.m. on Saturday. The page asks for the public's help to raise funds to transport López's body to his hometown of Chiapas, Mexico, where "his loved ones await."
López was the oldest of seven siblings, according to the GoFundMe.
"All Friends wish to express our deepest condolences to the family of LINCER MEJÍA LÓPEZ Thank you for your support and expressions of affection towards his family GOD BLESS YOU," the fundraiser page's description says.
The GoFundMe, which has a goal of $25,000, has already reached over $13,200 in donations.
López's family and friends told WFAA that he was at Lake Waxahachie that day for a baptism. Shortly after members of the church were baptized, the teenage girl with the group began drowning, prompting López to dive into the lake and save her, the Dallas-based TV station reported.
Jacobo López said his nephew was looking forward to his baptism so much that he could not sleep the night before.
"He was a hero," Jacobo López told WFAA. "He didn’t think twice about rescuing someone else. He didn’t think about the risk that he could die. And he did risk his life to save somebody else’s."
López would also send the money he earned from his construction job to his siblings in Mexico, Jacobo López told WFAA.
"He had just been baptized and gave his life to the Lord, and our family, we pray for his family, and we pray for the little girl's family," Jacobo López told the TV station. "And he was a strong boy, they should be very proud of him."
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“Impossible Creatures” has prompted comparisons to Tolkien, Lewis and Pullman, but action, not awe, is Katherine Rundell’s strong suit.
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IMPOSSIBLE CREATURES , by Katherine Rundell. Illustrated by Ashley Mackenzie.
Katherine Rundell, a fellow of St. Catherine’s College at Oxford, belongs to that university’s longstanding tradition of combining scholarship — her biography of John Donne, “Super-Infinite,” won the Baillie Gifford Prize — with writing beloved children’s fiction. “Impossible Creatures,” Rundell’s sixth novel for middle grade readers, became an instant best seller in her native Britain when it was published last year and has garnered numerous awards, including the Waterstones Book of the Year.
The novel begins as Christopher Forrester is packed off to stay at his grandfather’s estate at the foot of a steep hill in Scotland, little realizing that the hill contains a portal to a magically sequestered portion of the world called the Archipelago, islands inhabited by creatures from assorted mythologies. In a parallel story, Mal Arvorian, a girl born in the Archipelago and able to fly thanks to an enchanted coat, investigates signs that the islands’ magic, or glimourie, is fading. This endangers all the unicorns, mermaids, kankos and other fabulous creatures — including her pet, a baby griffin — who need glimourie to survive. Mal enlists Christopher in a journey to find the source of the diminishment. Soon, their party expands to include a surly ship’s captain, an oceanographer and a talking horned squirrel who serves as navigator.
The first book in a series, “Impossible Creatures” marks a departure for Rundell. Her previous novels have their fanciful elements, but this is her first work of fantasy. Oxford’s history of producing illustrious children’s fantasy authors has prompted comparisons of Rundell to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and Philip Pullman, but fantasy doesn’t feel like a natural fit for her. Rundell’s true antecedent is Robert Louis Stevenson, another author of thrilling yarns presented in confident, richly colored yet sleek prose.
In Rundell’s “The Explorer,” children survive a plane crash in the Amazon rainforest by building a raft and learning how to eat tarantulas. The heroine of the sublime “Rooftoppers” discovers a secret community of orphans living on the rooftops of Paris, including a boy who never sets foot on the streets and makes a waterproof tent out of pigeon feathers. In “The Good Thieves,” a professional pickpocket and two circus performers help a girl burgle the mansion of a mobbed-up robber baron in Prohibition-era New York.
Such doings may be improbable, but they’re not impossible, and much of the delight to be found in Rundell’s novels comes from the ingenuity and resourcefulness of her child characters when faced with the daunting constraints of reality. “Children have been underestimated for hundreds of years,” an old woman argues in “Impossible Creatures,” articulating a common theme in Rundell’s work. Another is the stifling demands of decorum, especially when imposed on Rundell’s wild, tomboy girls. Mal’s great-aunt and guardian (like many of Rundell’s protagonists, she’s an orphan) forbids “an immense, book-length list of things,” prohibitions Mal routinely defies. Christopher’s father (his mother is dead) is afraid of almost everything.
These complaints barely register before the plot of “Impossible Creatures” kicks into gear with a hired killer forcing Mal from her home and Christopher plunging through a passage in a lake and into the Archipelago. All this happens so hastily that the wonder of Rundell’s premise never has a chance to fully bloom.
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Abigail Dean. 3.63. 81,107 ratings7,641 reviews. Lex Gracie doesn't want to think about her family. She doesn't want to think about growing up in her parents' House of Horrors. And she doesn't want to think about her identity as Girl A: the girl who escaped, the eldest sister who freed her older brother and four younger siblings.
It's time to get rid of your pet. Girl A is a lovely, precision-tooled piece of kit. It has traces of Emma Donoghue's Room and Lisa Jewell's The People Upstairs, two books dealing with the ...
Girl A by Abigail Dean is a light read despite revolving around child abuse, death, and mutilation. The Gracie children, three girls and four boys of varying ages, have grown up in a household with an increasingly abusive and insane Father. Girl A as the title suggests is the girl you follow in the story and this is a novel about a survivors ...
February 4, 2021. Girl A is Abigail Dean's absorbing and psychologically immersive novel about a young girl who escapes captivity-but not the secrets that shadow the rest of her life. There's something about dark narratives about dysfunctional families that pulls readers in. It probably stems from a sense of empathy mixed with familiarity.
Rave Flynn Berry, The New York Times Book Review. Girl A, Abigail Dean's debut novel, shares a kinship with Emma Donoghue's Room and Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones in its harrowing portrayal of trauma. Like those titles, Girl A is certain to rouse strong emotions. It is a haunting, powerful book, the mystery at its heart not who ...
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Girl A is the debut novel of Manchester-born Abigail Dean. During a three month break from her work as a technology lawyer, she wrote the foundations for this mystery-thriller, completing it over the following year. After a nine-way auction, the rights were finally sold to HarperFiction, with the book being published in January 2021.
April 6, 2021. By the time Girl A, Abigail Dean's debut novel, begins, the crime motivating its plot has already been solved. Alexandria Gracie has escaped her parents, who have been shot dead after keeping Lex and her siblings in abusive captivity. But Girl A is not a book about the act that triggered trauma, it is a study of the aftermath ...
Girl A, Abigail Dean's debut novel, shares a kinship with Emma Donoghue's Room and Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones in its harrowing portrayal of trauma. Like those titles, Girl A is certain to rouse strong emotions. It is a haunting, powerful book, the mystery at its heart not who committed a crime, but how to carry on with life in its aftermath ...
Girl A is an intelligent, resilient, courageous person who invites empathy, but there is a steeliness to her that ought to be expected from a survivor. Understandably the relationships she has with her siblings are complex and the dynamics she has with them and other characters are intriguing. Throughout the book you are trying to work out ...
Increasingly absorbing. A fascinating insight into the mundanity of evil and the repercussions of a traumatic childhood. The book's cover and blurb seem to hint towards a crime thriller, but actually this is more of a character study, infused with a constant sense of menace and entrapment. Dean portrays perfectly the mundanity of evil.
And she doesn't want to think about her identity as Girl A: the girl who escaped. When her mother dies in prison and leaves Lex and her siblings the family home, she can't run from her past any longer. Together with her sister, Evie, Lex intends to turn the House of Horrors into a force for good. But first she must come to terms with her ...
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January 2021. Publication place. United Kingdom. ISBN. 978--00-838905-5. Girl A is a novel by Abigail Dean that was published in January 2021. [ 1][ 2] For the crime thriller, which includes the abuse of children, Dean has said that she wanted to "focus on the effects of trauma and the media glare, rather than the suffering which triggers them ...
Beautifully written and incredibly powerful, Girl A is a story of redemption, of horror, and of love. Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers. ISBN: 9780008389093. Number of pages: 368. Weight: 300 g. Dimensions: 198 x 129 x 25 mm. MEDIA REVIEWS.
The book is narrated by Alexandra (Lex), Girl A. We learn the children were known as, Boys A - D and Girls A - C. In order of age. After their rescue fifteen years earlier attempts were made to keep their identities secret and lives private, but though some like Lex preferred anonymity, some opted to live firmly 'in' the spotlight.
Her first novel, GIRL A, was a New York Times and Sunday Times top ten bestseller and a Kindle number 1 bestseller. It was chosen as a Best Book of 2021 by the Times, FT, Guardian, Independent, Stylist, and more. The rights to GIRL A sold in 36 territories and a television series is being adapted with Sony. Abigail's second novel, DAY ONE, will ...
Her first novel, GIRL A, was a New York Times and Sunday Times top ten bestseller and a Kindle number 1 bestseller. It was chosen as a Best Book of 2021 by the Times, FT, Guardian, Independent, Stylist, and more. The rights to GIRL A sold in 36 territories and a television series is being adapted with Sony.
January 20, 2021June 16, 2021. All you need to know is: I devoured Girl A in a weekend. I just couldn't stop reading this fantastic debut from Abigail Dean. It's a psychological thriller with depth and drive. Some parts were very difficult to read but you just HAD to keep turning those pages to hear Girl A's story.
A cracker of a book to start the year, Girl A is a must read to anyone who delights in the thriller or psychological drama genre. Girl A is available from bookstores and online retailers for a recommended retail price of R330. I would assign a trigger warning to this book for abuse or neglect.
Today I am delighted to be sharing my review of one of the most talked about books of 2021 so far - Girl A by Abigail Dean. Girl A was published by HarperCollins on 21st January 2021 and is available in hardcover, audio and digital formats. I chose to read and review a free copy of Girl A but that has in no way influenced my review.
I wasn't planning to read this. While I appreciated Room's depiction of a powerful mother-child bond overcoming unimaginable horror, the subsequent trend for fiction exploring extreme abuse and captivity has felt […]
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