Can you hear me?: The viciously gripping page-turner of summer 2017

'A novel of crime and darkness that eschews straightforward domestic noir' Guardian 'Move over Ferrante, there's a new Elena in town' Independent 'There is much beauty and sadness in this slim novel' The Times 'Utterly gripped me from beginning to end' Victoria Hislop In the August of 1978, the summer I met Anna Trabuio, my father took a girl into the woods... I was sixteen. He had been gone a long time already, but that was it - not even a year after he lost his job and that boy disappeared - that was when everything broke. 1978. Ponte, a small community in Northern Italy. An unbearably hot summer like many others. Elia Furenti is sixteen, living an unremarkable life of moderate unhappiness, until the day the beautiful, damaged Anna returns to Ponte and firmly propels Elia to the edge of adulthood. But then everything starts to unravel. Elia's father, Ettore, is let go from his job and loses himself in the darkest corners of his mind. A young boy is murdered. And a girl climbs into a van and vanishes in the deep, dark woods... THE TIMES BESTSELLER | WINNER OF AN ENGLISH PEN AWARD | SHORTLISTED FOR THE TA FIRST TRANSLATION PRIZE | LONGLISTED FOR THE CWA INTERNATIONAL DAGGER AWARD 1978. Ponte, a small community in Northern Italy: peaceful woods, discarded rubbish, a closed-down factory. An unbearably hot summer like many others, wilted flowers and trips to the waterfalls. Elia Furenti is sixteen, living in a secluded house with his parents, a life so unremarkable that even its moderate unhappiness has been accepted as normal. That is until the day the beautiful, damaged Anna returns to Ponte and firmly propels Elia to the edge of adulthood. But then everything starts to unravel. Elia's father, Ettore, is let go from his job and loses himself in the darkest corners of his mind, spending day after day plotting his revenge. A young boy is murdered, shaking the small community to its core. And a girl climbs into a van and vanishes in the deep, dark woods ..