书名：The Hypnotist's Love Story不眠之爱

作者：Liane Moriarty出版社名称：Penguin出版时间：2012语种：英文ISBN：9780241955062商品尺寸：12.9 x 3.1 x 19.8 cm包装：平装页数：528 （以实物为准）

★令“恐怖小说之王”斯蒂芬·金和鬼才导演大卫·林奇拍案叫绝的心理刻画 ★一段点亮彼此人生的爱情，却变成讳莫如深的记忆 ★在他们各自前行的路上，悲伤与愤怒如影随形，理智与情感纠葛难分 在爱情里，我们都是自己的主角、他人的过客，The Hypnotist's Love Story《不眠之爱》是一部浪漫却尖锐的爱情故事。这是一场夹杂着伤害与救赎的人生旅途，有关失去与逃避，也有关原谅与新生。 媒体评论：“一个发生在速食时代的诙谐又美好的爱情故事，莉安、莫利亚提塑造了一个极其可爱的女主角。”——《书单》 “一场关于挫折与救赎的爱情，热忱幽默夹带着轻轻的凄美。”——《今日美国》The Hypnotist's Love Story is a gripping exploration of love and obsession, from the bestselling author of the hit HBO series Big Little Lies.How far would you go to keep the man of your dreams? Hypnotherapist Ellen is fascinated by what makes people tick. So when she falls in love with Patrick, the fact that he has a stalker doesn't faze her in the slightest. If anything it intrigues her, and the more she hears about Saskia, the more she wants to meet this woman. But what Ellen doesn't know is that they've already met . . . Saskia has been posing as one of Ellen's clients. Unable to let go of the life she so abruptly lost, she wants to know everything about the woman who took her place. And the further she inches her way into Ellen's world, the more trouble she stirs up. Ellen's love story is about to take an unexpected turn. But it's not only Saskia who doesn't know where to stop: Ellen also has to ask herself what lines she's prepared to cross to get the happy ending she's always wanted. Thought-provoking, sympathetic and smart, Liane Moriarty's The Hypnotist's Love Story is a novel for anyone who's ever loved, lost or found it hard to let go. Praise for Liane Moriarty:“One of the few writers I'll drop anything for” (Jojo Moyes) “Keeps you guessing until the very end”(Reese Witherspoon) “Moriarty writes vividly, wittily and wickedly” (Sunday Express) “Staggeringly brilliant, literally unputdownable”(Sophie Hannah) “The writing is beautiful: sometimes funny, sometimes sad but always compelling” (Good Housekeeping) “So well written that it pulls you in from the first page” (Sunday Mirror) “A hell of a good book” (Stephen King)

Liane Moriarty is a #1 New York Times bestselling author whose novels include Truly Madly Guilty, Big Little Lies, The Husband’s Secret, The Hypnotist’s Love Story, What Alice Forgot, The Last Anniversary and Three Wishes. She lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband and two children.

I had never been hypnotized before. I didn’t really believe in it, to be honest. My plan was to lie there and pretend it was working, and try not to laugh. “Most people are surprised by how much they enjoy it,” said the hypnotist. She was all softness and soap; no makeup or jewelry. Her skin had a polished, translucent look, as if she only ever bathed in mountain streams. She smelled like one of those overpriced craft shops you find in country towns: sandalwood and lavender. The room we were in was tiny, warm and strange. It was built on the side of the house like an enclosed balcony. The carpet was musty, with faded pink roses, but the windows were modern: floor-to-ceiling panels of glass like those in an atrium. The room was flooded with light. As I walked in, the light seemed to whoosh through my head, like a brisk breeze, and I could smell old books and the sea. We stood together, the hypnotist and mc, our faces close to the windows. Whenyou stood that close, you couldn’t see the sand below, just the sea, a sheet of flattened, shiny tin that stretched out to the pale blue line of the horizon. “I feel like I’m at the helm of a boat,” I said to the hypnotist, who seemed excessively delighted by this comment and said that wasexactly how she always felt, her eyes round and shiny, like a children’s entertainer. We sat down opposite each other. My chair was a soft, green leather recliner. The hypnotist’s chair was a striped red-and-cream winged armchair. There was a low coffee table in between the chairs with a box of tissues—some people must cry, sobbing away about their past lives as starving peasants—a jug of ice water with two perfectly round slices of lemon floating on top, two tall water glasses, a small silver howl of shiny wrapped chocolates, and a flat tray filled with tiny colored glass marbles. I once had a big, old-fashioned marble that belonged tomy father when he was a boy. I’d hold it in the palm of my hand for luck during exams and job interviews. I lost it a few years ago, along with all my luck.