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Secrets Unravel in A Girl Named Anna, an Exciting New Thriller

Who do you trust when you find out everything was a lie?

A Girl Named Anna is a novel from exciting debut author Lizzy Barber. Described as "One of those thrillers in which it is almost impossible not to flick ahead" by The Observer, the novel first made waves in 2017, when it won the Daily Mail and Random House First Novel Prize.

Barber's novel goes back and forth between two points of view: Anna's and Rosie's. Raised in a small rural community, Anna grew up always listening to her Mamma. But on her eighteenth birthday, she decides to break the rules just a little and go to Astroland with her boyfriend, William. Yet while she's visiting Florida's biggest theme park for the first time, Anna can't help but find everything oddly familiar. And to make things even more unusual, she receives a letter that same day—a letter calling her a different name.

Enter Rosie: Her sister disappeared fifteen years ago, a tragedy that has tormented her family ever since. As the money dedicated to searching for her sister runs out, Rosie has decided she will solve the case herself. 

Both a dark, disturbing thriller and a compelling coming of age story, A Girl Named Anna is sure to keep you reading until it's all over. Read on for an exclusive look at the first few pages, then pre-order the book.

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A Girl Named Anna

By Lizzy Barber

A Girl Named Anna

By Lizzy Barber

ANNA

Dirt has a way of falling through the smallest of cracks. You may think there is nothing there, but it will always be found eventually.

I raise my fingers through the cooling bathwater and check my nails, looking for the invisible fragments of dust I always fail to spot but Mamma homes in on with such definite aim. In my head, I rehearse the words I have whispered to myself so many times I see them written across my lids when I close my eyes.

Today is my eighteenth birthday and, for the first time, I am lying to my mother.

I sought out the comfort of the bath, hoping it would ease the tension. But even here I cannot shut out the remnants of my fractured sleep. The ghost of my dream floats on the water’s clouded surface; the dream that has come before, that has grown more frequent as my anxiety has mounted, its creeping fingers reaching for me in the strangest of moments. A dream that feels so real I swear it isn’t a dream at all.

It taps me on the shoulder now, revolving and gyrating just out of reach. A whirl of bright colors. Laughter, music. A face, the features blurred. And a voice, calling. I know it’s me they’re seeking, but something isn’t right: the name they’re calling isn’t mine.

I pull the plug and the water begins to swirl around me, milky with the residue of peach-scented foam. My voice penetrates the silence of the bathroom, although I’m not sure if it’s real or in my mind. “No. My name is Anna.”

The bathwater drains, but the dream lingers.

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In the bedroom, I situate myself. Take in the calico curtains that remain always drawn; a hermetic seal against the outside world. The pinewood dresser whose contents are neither numerous nor elaborate. The crucifix on the wall, under whose watchful limbs I say my nightly prayers. The bed. The chair. These things—these petty, everyday things—are the items that make me feel safe. These are the sights that tell me I am home, and happy, when my memory tries to convince me otherwise.

That name.

I peek through the curtains and turn my chin to the daylight, allowing it to wash away the last of the disquieting night. It’s another beautiful morning in Alachua County. I’m reminded of my favorite hymn, “Morning Has Broken,” and hum the opening notes as I tidy the bed and fold my nightdress under the pillow, making everything neat, precise. When not a speck remains out of place, I pull on the denim blue dress I know Mamma likes best, and release my hair from the knot that has been holding it, damp around the edges from where the bathwater has licked it.

“Happy birthday,” I tell the girl in the mirror as I rake a comb through the tangles. “Today is your eighteenth birthday.” She smiles back, curious, uncertain, and I ask her, not for the first time, if I am pretty.

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I asked Mamma once, but she shook her head and gave me a little laugh. Not cruel, just dismissive. “Pride is a sin, Anna. We are all pretty, because we are all gifts from God.” I never asked her again.

I suppose I consider myself pretty enough. My face, though I always find it a little round, is free from marks or blemishes. I’ve never needed braces, which is good, because Mamma despises the dentist. My eyes are clear, and a soft brown like maple syrup, although not Mamma’s enviable sparkling blue. My hair is the color of wet sand, but it picks up blond streaks in the summer, and falls to my shoulders in a thick curtain. Some of the girls at school, the so-called popular kids whose names all blur into one, have theirs dyed bleached-blond and cut into sharp layers, but I know that even if I should have such an inclination, there is no way Mamma would allow it.

Mamma says we should be happy with what God gave us.

Dressed, I make my way down the stairs, mentally skimming through that string of words one final time: We’re driving to Ocala National Forest; we’re going hiking; we’re having a picnic. My throat constricts—I swallow sharply. Forest. Hiking. Picnic. Nothing else.

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This excerpt from A Girl Named Anna includes the first pages from Anna's point of view. To meet Rosie, find out what happens when Anna goes to Astroland instead of Ocala Park and piece together the shocking mystery for yourself, pre-order A Girl Named Anna today.

A Girl Named Anna

By Lizzy Barber

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Published on 28 Aug 2019

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