书名：What Alice Forgot失忆的爱丽丝 

作者：Liane Moriarty 

出版社名称：Berkley 

出版时间：2017 

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780451490445 

商品尺寸：10.8 x 2.7 x 19.2 cm 

包装：平装 

页数：544 （以实物为准）

What Alice Forgot《失忆的爱丽丝》是澳大利亚畅销小说作家、《大小谎言》（Big Little Lies）作者莉安•莫利亚提的新作，根据该书改编的电影将由詹妮弗·安妮斯顿主演。

★国际畅销小说作者莉安•莫利亚提长销佳作，长期占据纽约时报畅销榜 ★索尼影视抢先买下电影版权，詹妮弗·安妮斯顿主演，或由《穿普拉达的女王》导演大卫·弗兰科尔执导同名电影 ★美版豆瓣Goodreads票选好书：137002次评价，13403条评论，高达4.01分 ★《纽约时报》《 出版人周刊》《书单》《柯克斯书评》《图书馆杂志》《美丽佳人》《奥普拉杂志》《太阳报》等国际媒体好评如潮 媒体评论 这是爱丽丝十年后的人生重启之机。一个动人的故事。——《纽约时报》 一个大部分有趣却偶尔令人心碎的，关于一个女人试图解开她自己的谜题的深刻的个人写真。——《书单》 一本成功的小说，富有节奏感，非常愉快的阅读体验。——《出版人周刊》 来自澳大利亚的莫利亚提的逃避主义的家庭小说，关于一起意外事件之后重新审查自己的故事。——《柯克斯书评》 关于我们选择记住什么，又努力要忘记什么的有趣认知。——《奥普拉杂志》 一个引人入胜的故事，一个尖锐又浪漫的高度上瘾。——《她杂志》（美国，每月一书） 喜剧——既发人深省又分外有趣。——《美丽佳人》（美国） 我爱这原始的阅读。——《太阳报》（美国） FROM THE #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE HUSBAND'S SECRET AND BIG LITTLE LIES. Praise for What Alice Forgot “Funny and knowing...[about] what we choose to remember, and fight to forget.”—O Magazine “The gripping story of a woman who wakes up with a bump on her head and no knowledge of the past ten years...an acutely observed romantic comedy that is both thought-provoking and funny.”—Marie Claire (UK) “The affecting tale of Alice’s chance for a ten-year do-over.”—The New York Times “Grabbed me on the first page…a deep and wondrous novel.”—New York Times bestselling author Luanne Rice “I loved this book. It has, for me, everything that makes a good novel excellent.”—New York Times bestselling author Jeanne Ray “Heartfelt, witty, and thought-provoking...a story you’ll remember.”—New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Crusie “Highly addictive.”—She Magazine (UK; Book of the Month)

一则关于迷失与寻找的心灵寓言 工作、家庭、现实、梦想，即便不堪生活的重负，年轻的心依然跃跃欲试。 即将迎来40岁生日的爱丽丝，在健身房的一次意外中不幸磕到头部，醒来之后她丢失了十年的记忆，印象中的一切都还是自己29岁时的样子。然而十年间，岁月这把利剑已经把爱丽丝的生活雕刻成她曾经极度厌恶和恐惧的样子。29岁的她想要挽回曾经无比珍爱的婚姻，想要把自己亲手毁掉的亲情和友情再次找回来。然而现实却并非她想象般容易…… 她的内心以为一切如故，但是身体却告诉她，时光已在她浑然不知的情况下溜走了。 爱丽丝记得的就是，阴云密布的天空中被怒风鞭打着的粉丝气球，和一阵无比揪心的巨大哀伤。 A “cheerfully engaging”(Kirkus Reviews) novel for anyone who’s ever asked herself, “How did I get here?” Alice Love is twenty-nine, crazy about her husband, and pregnant with her first child. So imagine Alice’s surprise when she comes to on the floor of a gym (a gym! She HATES the gym) and is whisked off to the hospital where she discovers the honeymoon is truly over—she’s getting divorced, she has three kids, and she’s actually 39 years old. Alice must reconstruct the events of a lost decade, and find out whether it’s possible to reconstruct her life at the same time. She has to figure out why her sister hardly talks to her, and how is it that she’s become one of those super skinny moms with really expensive clothes. Ultimately, Alice must discover whether forgetting is a blessing or a curse, and whether it’s possible to start over...

莉安•莫利亚提（Liane Moriarty），澳大利亚人，长居悉尼，曾是澳大利亚知名的广告撰稿人。莫利亚提擅长将曲折的情节与性格坚强的女性角色相互结合，情节丝丝入扣，心理描写幽微而逼真。故事叙述娓娓道来，结尾令人诧异唏嘘。精巧的写作手法使得她的小说别具一格，散发出独特的魅力，引发读者强烈的共鸣。

2004年出版首部小说《三个愿望》（Three Wishes），之后陆续推出了一些以当代都市女子为主人公的现实题材小说。 2009年的《爱丽丝忘记了什么》（What Alice Forgot）被福克斯图片公司买下电影改编权； 2013年，《别对我撒谎》（The Husband’s Secret）出版上市，所到之处一片销售狂潮； 2014年，《小谎言》大热，先后登上欧美各大图书榜。至此她成为第1位占据《纽约时报》畅销榜榜首的女澳籍作家。她在澳大利亚文坛的名气无人能敌； 不久之后，《小谎言》的电影版权在经历了争抢大战之后，花落奥斯卡影后妮可•基德曼之后。之后她会联袂“美国甜心”瑞茜•威瑟斯彭担纲这部小说改编的同名剧集； 2016年，Truly Madly Guilty出版上市。 Liane Moriartyis the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Truly Madly Guilty, Big Little Lies, The Husband’s Secret, The Hypnotist’s Love Story, and What Alice Forgot. She lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband and two children.

Chapter 1 She was floating, arms outspread, water lapping her body, breathing in a summery fragrance of salt and coconut. There was a pleasantly satisfied breakfast taste in her mouth of bacon and coffee and possibly croissants. She lifted her chin and the morning sun shone so brightly on the water, she had to squint through spangles of light to see her feet in front of her. Her toenails were each painted a different color. Red. Gold. Purple. Funny. The nail polish hadn’t been applied very well. Blobby and messy. Someone else was floating in the water right next to her. Someone she liked a lot, who made her laugh, with toenails painted the same way. The other person waggled multicolored toes at her companionably, and she was filled with sleepy contentment. Somewhere in the distance, a man’s voice shouted, “Marco?” and a chorus of children’s voices cried back, “Polo!” The man called out again, “Marco, Marco, Marco?” and the voices answered, “Polo, Polo, Polo!” A child laughed; a long, gurgling giggle, like a stream of soap bubbles. A voice said quietly and insistently in her ear, “Alice?” and she tipped back her head and let the cool water slide silently over her face. Tiny dots of light danced before her eyes. Was it a dream or a memory? “I don’t know!” said a frightened voice. “I didn’t see it happen!” No need to get your knickers in a knot. The dream or memory or whatever it was dissolved and vanished like a reflection on water, and instead fragments of thought began to drift through her head, as if she were waking up from a long, deep sleep, late on a Sunday morning. Is cream cheese considered a soft cheese? It’s not a hard cheese. It’s not . . . . . . hard at all. So, logically, you would think . . . . . . something. Something logical. Lavender is lovely. Logically lovely. Must prune back the lavender! I can smell lavender. No, I can’t. Yes, I can. That’s when she noticed the pain in her head for the first time. It hurt on one side, a lot, as if someone had given her a good solid thwack with a baseball bat. Her thoughts sharpened. What was this pain in the head all about? Nobody had warned her about pain in her head. She had a whole list of peculiar symptoms to be prepared for: heartburn, a taste like aluminum foil in your mouth, dizziness, extreme tiredness—but nothing about a hammering ache at the side of your head. That one should really have been mentioned, because it was very painful. Of course, if she couldn’t handle a run-of-the mill headache, well then . . . The scent of lavender seemed to be coming and going, like a gentle breeze. She let herself drift again. The best thing would be to fall back asleep and return to that lovely dream with the water and the multicolored toenails. Actually, maybe someone had mentioned headaches and she forgot? Yes, they had! Headaches, for heaven’s sake! Really bad ones. Fabulous. So much to remember. No soft cheeses or smoked salmon or sushi because of the risk of that disease she never even knew existed. Listeria. Something to do with bacteria. Hurts the baby. That’s why you weren’t allowed to eat leftovers. One bite of a leftover chicken drumstick could kill the baby. The brutal responsibilities of parenthood. For now, she would just go back to sleep. That was the best thing.