Lucy Foley
Lucy Foley studied English literature at Durham University and University College London. She then worked for several years as a fiction editor, during which time she wrote The Book of Lost and Found. Lucy now writes full-time and is busy traveling (for research, naturally!), painting, and...
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Lucy Foley studied English literature at Durham University and University College London. She then worked for several years as a fiction editor, during which time she wrote The Book of Lost and Found. Lucy now writes full-time and is busy traveling (for research, naturally!), painting, and working on her next novel.Follow her on: Twitter: @lucyfoleytweetsInstagram: @lucy_foley_author Facebook.com/lucyfoleyauthor
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Lucy Foley takes readers to a remote mountain stay, where friends gather but one of them is about to be murdered: During the Christmas/New Year break a group of friends from Oxford takes a break to an isolated estate in the Scottish Highlands, an old hunting lodge that has been converted into a lux...
It was their annual trip, situated on a secluded campground, for which the everyone was planning on attending. She had ordered enough food for weeks, which was good as an unprecedented amount of snowfall fell while they were there. Then, they found the body. It was finally discovered after hours o...
It was a slow burn at first, as the bridal party gets situated on the deserted island first. The groom is a celebrity, his bride a publisher and the bridal party is a mish-mash of individuals, all linked to the couple, who each seem to have some hidden secret. As the events of the story unfolded, ...
I thank Harper Collins UK and NetGalley for providing me an ARC copy of this novel, which I freely chose to review. Lucy Foley is a new author to me but I was intrigued by the premise of the book, which promised to be a look back at the classics but with a modern touch. The format is easily recognis...
Miranda stands up and fires the cork into the loch, where it makes its own series of ripples, widening out in shining rings across the water. We drink straight from the bottle, passing it around like Girl Guides, the cold, densely fizzing liquid stinging our throats. ‘It’s like Oxford,’ Mark says. ...
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