Phoebe stands on Pulteney Bridge, tights gashed from toe to thigh. The shock of mangled metal and blood-stained walls flashes through her mind as she tries to cover her face so she won’t be recognised. It wouldn’t do to be spotted looking like this. She’s missing a shoe. She feels sick.
Phoebe thought murder and murder happened. Thoughts are just thoughts, they said. Now she knows they were wrong.
At home, Phoebe arranges the scissors and knives so they point toward her mother’s room. She is exhausted, making sure there’s no trace of herself – not a single hair, not even her scent – left anywhere in the house. She must not let her thoughts unravel, because if they do, there’s no telling who might be caught in the crossfire, and Phoebe will have to live with the consequences…
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Crushed bowled me over. I don’t know anyone who writes quite like Kate Hamer. Both prose and characters take you by the hand and lead you into another world. Unforgettable.
This is a haunting, lyrical novel, exquisitely plotted, that will wrap you in its spell.
Hamer writes beautifully about the complex and shifting dynamics between adolescent female friends... Crushed is a richly imagined novel about the fine line between teenage friendship, passion and obsession.
It's impossible not to be impressed by Kate Hamer's expert control of language. There are whole passages of interior monologue that are worthy of being called prose poems.Daily Mail
Beautifully written and thoroughly unsettling.John Williams
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