Today’s feature is one of my newest books: The Heights, by Louise Candlish
Kieran Watts has been dead for over two years when I see him standing on the roof of a building in Shad Thames.
It is October 2019, a Monday that should be unremarkable.
The worst part was the scorn in that “you,” the loathing. It was Kieran’s scorn, Kieran’s loathing.
Synopsis: The Heights is a tall, slender apartment building among warehouses in London. Its roof terrace is so discreet, you wouldn’t know it existed if you weren’t standing at the window of the flat directly opposite. But you are. And that’s when you see a man up there—a man you’d recognize anywhere. He may be older now, but it’s definitely him.
But that can’t be because he’s been dead for over two years. You know this for a fact.
Because you’re the one who killed him.
With Louise Candlish’s signature dark and twisty prose, The Heights shows “the ferocity of maternal love” (Hannah Beckerman, author of If Only I Could Tell You). “This cleverly constructed novel will keep readers enthralled until the last page” (Publishers Weekly, starred).
What do you think? Would you keep reading?