All the Other Mothers Hate Me - Rilegato

Harman, Sarah

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ISBN 10: 0593851463 ISBN 13: 9780593851463

Casa editrice: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 2025

Riassunto

"The missing boy is 10-year-old Alfie Risby, and to be perfectly honest with you, he's a little shit."

Florence Grimes is a thirty-one-year-old party girl who always takes the easy way out. Single, broke and unfulfilled after the humiliating end to her girl band career, she has only one reason to get out of bed each day: her ten-year-old son Dylan. But then Alfie Risby, her son’s bully and the heir to a vast frozen food empire, mysteriously vanishes during a class trip, and Dylan becomes the prime suspect. Florence, for once, is faced with a task she can’t quit: She’s got to find Alfie and clear her son’s name, or risk losing Dylan forever.

The only problem? Florence has no useful skills, let alone investigative ones, and all the other school moms hate her. Oh, and Florence has a reason to suspect Dylan might not be as innocent as she’d like to believe…

Hilarious and twisted, propulsive and furious, All the Other Mothers Hate Me is the must-read book of 2025.

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Informazioni sull'autore

Sarah Harman is an American living in London. She worked most recently as a foreign correspondent for NBC News, reporting on-air for Today, Nightly News, and MSNBC. She’s a graduate of Georgetown University in Washington, D.C. Her debut novel All the Other Mothers Hate Me won the Lucy Cavendish Fiction Prize in 2023.

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Prologue

The missing boy is 10-year-old Alfie Risby, and to be perfectly honest with you, he’s a little shit.
I realize that’s a horrible thing to say about a child, particularly one who is missing. But - and I’m not proud of this - if I had to choose a boy in Dylan’s class to vanish in broad daylight, Alfie would’ve been top of my list.

There are some kids you just kind of want to punch, and Alfie was one of them. Perhaps it was his hair - that pale red shade we used to call strawberry blonde. Or his dull, raisin-coloured eyes. Or the way his sharp little teeth gave him a distinctly ferret-like appearance.

Their sharpness is a point of fact: Last year he bit his nanny, Cecilia, so hard she needed stitches. For weeks, she appeared at afternoon pick-up like a sad ghost, clutching her bandaged forearm.

The one time I volunteered to chaperone a school trip, a class picnic to Hampstead Heath, Alfie leaned over a plate of sausage rolls and told me, very casually, as if we were two adults at a bar, that he ‘quite liked my slag fingernails.’

And then there was his family. They weren’t just run-of-the-mill, St. Angeles rich. They were in a whole other league.

‘Like richer than God,’ one of the other mothers had whispered to me during last year’s spring fundraiser, as we arranged sugar cookies on tiny plastic trays.

But if I’m being honest, my feelings about Alfie had nothing to do with his hair or his wealth or his ferret teeth. No. My dislike of Alfie stemmed entirely from the way he treated Dylan, my precocious, sensitive only son, like he was a bug to be crushed.

And nobody crushes my kid.

Dettagli dell'edizione

• Editore: G.P. Putnam's Sons
• Data di pubblicazione: 2025
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 0593851463
• ISBN 13: 9780593851463
• Rilegatura: Copertina rigida
• Numero di pagine: 384
• Contatto del produttore: non disponibile
• Persona responsabile: non disponibile