Author(s): Liane Moriarty

Fiction

She was floating, arms outspread, water lapping her body, breathing in a summery fragrance of salt and coconut. She had to squint through spangles of light to see her feet. Her toenails were each painted a different colour. Red. Gold. Purple. Funny. When Alice Love surfaces from a beautiful dream to find sheâÃÂÃÂs been injured in a gym, she knows that something is very wrong, she hates exercise. AliceâÃÂÃÂs first concern is her baby, sheâÃÂÃÂs pregnant with her first child and sheâÃÂÃÂs desperate to see her husband, Nick, who she knows will be worried about her. But Alice isnâÃÂÃÂt pregnant. And Nick isnâÃÂÃÂt worried. Alice is the mother of three children and her hostile husband is in the process of divorcing her. Alice has lost ten years of her life. AliceâÃÂÃÂs sister Elisabeth, who seems uncharacteristically cold, drives her home from the hospital. And âÃÂÃÂhomeâÃÂàis totally unrecognisable, as is the rest of her life. Who is this âÃÂÃÂGinaâÃÂàthat everyone is carefully trying not to mentionl Why does her mother look like sheâÃÂÃÂs wearing fancy dressl And whatâÃÂÃÂs all this talk about a giant lemon meringue pie, In the days that follow, small bubbles of the past rise to the surface and Alice is forced to confront uncomfortable truths. It turns out forgetting might be the most memorable thing thatâÃÂÃÂs ever happened to her.