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- 352 strony
- 13 godzin czytania
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Every day I clean the Winchesters’ beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor. I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrew’s handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, it’s hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Nina’s life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I only try on one of Nina’s pristine white dresses once. Just to see what it’s like. But she soon finds out… and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, it’s far too late. But I reassure myself: the Winchesters don’t know who I really am. They don’t know what I’m capable of…
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The Housemaid, Freida McFadden
- Język
- Rok wydania
- 2025
- Oprawa
- (miękka),
- Stan książki
- Dobry
- Cena
- 37,26 zł
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- Tytuł
- The Housemaid
- Język
- angielski
- Autorzy
- Freida McFadden
- Rok wydania
- 2025
- Oprawa
- miękka
- Liczba stron
- 352
- ISBN13
- 9780349132884
- Seria
- Opowieść podręcznej
- Tagi
- Kobiety, Z dreszczykiem, Literatura amerykańska, Tajemnice, Kłamstwa, Tajemnice rodzinne, Bogactwo, Przemoc domowa, Gospodynie domowe, Misoginia, Nieszczęście, Służby, służące
- Pierwsze wydanie
- 2022
- Oryginalna nazwa
- The Housemaid
- Ocena
- 4,4 z 5
- Opis
- Every day I clean the Winchesters’ beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor. I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrew’s handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, it’s hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Nina’s life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I only try on one of Nina’s pristine white dresses once. Just to see what it’s like. But she soon finds out… and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, it’s far too late. But I reassure myself: the Winchesters don’t know who I really am. They don’t know what I’m capable of…