The Atlas of Us. Tracy Buchanan
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TRACY BUCHANAN
The Atlas Of Us
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2014
Copyright © Tracy Buchanan 2014
Cover photographs © Bill Brennan, Getty Images, Christophe Boisvieux
Cover design © Rose Cooper 2014
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007579358
Ebook Edition © July 2014 ISBN: 9780007579365
Version: 2015-08-06
To the two atlases of my heart: my husband Rob and Scarlett, the daughter I thought I’d never have.
Contents
Read an exclusive extract from MY SISTER’S SECRET
Everyone runs except her. Their movements are panicked, eyes wide, arms flailing. But she can’t move, legs frozen as she takes in the ferocity of the wave eating up the beach ahead of her. She takes a deep breath and wraps her arms tight around the atlas, her heart beating a strange beat against its cover: slow then fast then slow again.
Just a few moments before, she’d been walking along the shoreline, toes sinking into the warm sand. The soft beach had stretched out vast and gold before her, the walk to the bungalows