9798233727009 - until there was only me de aeressa (5 resultados)
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. "I still don't know what I would do without you."Cass doesn't say it out loud. She barely lets herself think it. But sitting across the kitchen table from Vivienne Ashford-with her gray eyes that catch the light and her hands that always seem to know exactly where to land-the thought surface…s with a quiet and terrible certainty that Cass has been running from for months.She remembers the night they met: Cass spilling cold coffee on her jeans, eleven minutes late to a lecture, the kind of ordinary morning that isn't supposed to change anything. And then: a locked door, a cold October night, a walk that was slightly more interesting than it had any right to be. Vivienne-postgraduate, philosophy, epistemology-who asked the exact right question in the exact right gap of every conversation, as though she had already mapped the shape of Cass before Cass had offered it.What followed was a year. Not dramatic, not sudden. The kind of erosion that doesn't announce itself: a scholarship form pushed aside because Vivienne thought Cass deserved a better opportunity. An afternoon redirected. A friendship group, slowly, seen less. The apartment rearranged by someone who moved through spaces and left them tidier than she found them. A life, gradually, organized around a single point that Cass did not consciously choose.Cass is funny, warm, brilliant in the precise and unshowy way of someone who has always loved ideas more than the performance of having them. She has a father who calls on Sundays and friends who eat too much at her table and a thesis that is finally, genuinely starting to become a question rather than a problem. She is, in every way that matters, fully herself-except that she is also, in ways she is only beginning to map, less herself than she was at the start.Vivienne Ashford has never wanted anything she couldn't acquire by design. She is methodical, exacting, and completely in earnest about what she builds. She has built a great deal. She has spent a year building Cass-not cruelly, not with malice, with the same quiet, total attention she brings to everything-and the reader watches it happen in real time, from both women's perspectives, with the particular horror of a thing you can see and cannot stop.Until There Was Only Me is a novel about coercive control in a relationship between two women-told with literary precision, emotional honesty, and the devastating specificity of a love that is real and a harm that is also real. It is not a thriller. It is not a horror story. It is something quieter and more difficult: a story about what it looks like when someone who loves you rearranges you, slowly, until the arrangement feels like your own.The question the reader is left with is not will she leave?The question is simpler and more devastating than that.Does it matter? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. "I still don't know what I would do without you."Cass doesn't say it out loud. She barely lets herself think it. But sitting across the kitchen table from Vivienne Ashford-with her gray eyes that catch the light and her hands that always seem to know exactly where to land-the thought surface…s with a quiet and terrible certainty that Cass has been running from for months.She remembers the night they met: Cass spilling cold coffee on her jeans, eleven minutes late to a lecture, the kind of ordinary morning that isn't supposed to change anything. And then: a locked door, a cold October night, a walk that was slightly more interesting than it had any right to be. Vivienne-postgraduate, philosophy, epistemology-who asked the exact right question in the exact right gap of every conversation, as though she had already mapped the shape of Cass before Cass had offered it.What followed was a year. Not dramatic, not sudden. The kind of erosion that doesn't announce itself: a scholarship form pushed aside because Vivienne thought Cass deserved a better opportunity. An afternoon redirected. A friendship group, slowly, seen less. The apartment rearranged by someone who moved through spaces and left them tidier than she found them. A life, gradually, organized around a single point that Cass did not consciously choose.Cass is funny, warm, brilliant in the precise and unshowy way of someone who has always loved ideas more than the performance of having them. She has a father who calls on Sundays and friends who eat too much at her table and a thesis that is finally, genuinely starting to become a question rather than a problem. She is, in every way that matters, fully herself-except that she is also, in ways she is only beginning to map, less herself than she was at the start.Vivienne Ashford has never wanted anything she couldn't acquire by design. She is methodical, exacting, and completely in earnest about what she builds. She has built a great deal. She has spent a year building Cass-not cruelly, not with malice, with the same quiet, total attention she brings to everything-and the reader watches it happen in real time, from both women's perspectives, with the particular horror of a thing you can see and cannot stop.Until There Was Only Me is a novel about coercive control in a relationship between two women-told with literary precision, emotional honesty, and the devastating specificity of a love that is real and a harm that is also real. It is not a thriller. It is not a horror story. It is something quieter and more difficult: a story about what it looks like when someone who loves you rearranges you, slowly, until the arrangement feels like your own.The question the reader is left with is not will she leave?The question is simpler and more devastating than that.Does it matter? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - 'I still don't know what I would do without you.'Cass doesn't say it out loud. She barely lets herself think it. But sitting across the kitchen table from Vivienne Ashford-with her gray eyes that catch the light and her hands that always… seem to know exactly where to land-the thought surfaces with a quiet and terrible certainty that Cass has been running from for months.She remembers the night they met: Cass spilling cold coffee on her jeans, eleven minutes late to a lecture, the kind of ordinary morning that isn't supposed to change anything. And then: a locked door, a cold October night, a walk that was slightly more interesting than it had any right to be. Vivienne-postgraduate, philosophy, epistemology-who asked the exact right question in the exact right gap of every conversation, as though she had already mapped the shape of Cass before Cass had offered it.What followed was a year. Not dramatic, not sudden. The kind of erosion that doesn't announce itself: a scholarship form pushed aside because Vivienne thought Cass deserved a better opportunity. An afternoon redirected. A friendship group, slowly, seen less. The apartment rearranged by someone who moved through spaces and left them tidier than she found them. A life, gradually, organized around a single point that Cass did not consciously choose.Cass is funny, warm, brilliant in the precise and unshowy way of someone who has always loved ideas more than the performance of having them. She has a father who calls on Sundays and friends who eat too much at her table and a thesis that is finally, genuinely starting to become a question rather than a problem. She is, in every way that matters, fully herself-except that she is also, in ways she is only beginning to map, less herself than she was at the start.Vivienne Ashford has never wanted anything she couldn't acquire by design. She is methodical, exacting, and completely in earnest about what she builds. She has built a great deal. She has spent a year building Cass-not cruelly, not with malice, with the same quiet, total attention she brings to everything-and the reader watches it happen in real time, from both women's perspectives, with the particular horror of a thing you can see and cannot stop.Until There Was Only Me is a novel about coercive control in a relationship between two women-told with literary precision, emotional honesty, and the devastating specificity of a love that is real and a harm that is also real. It is not a thriller. It is not a horror story. It is something quieter and more difficult: a story about what it looks like when someone who loves you rearranges you, slowly, until the arrangement feels like your own.The question the reader is left with is not will she leave The question is simpler and more devastating than that.Does it matter.
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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Until There Was Only Me | Aeressa | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Aeressa | EAN 9798233727009 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.
