The Girl You Left Behind: A Novel
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Look out for Jojo’s new book, Paris for One and Other Stories, coming October 18, 2016.
Another New York Times bestseller by the author of Me Before You, After You, and One Plus One—a spellbinding story of two women united in their fight for what they love most.
Jojo Moyes’s word-of-mouth bestseller, Me Before You, catapulted her to wide critical acclaim and struck a chord with a wide range of readers everywhere. Now, with The Girl You Left Behind, Moyes returns with another irresistible heartbreaker—a breathtaking story of love, loss, and sacrifice told with her signature ability to capture our hearts.
Paris, 1916. Sophie Lefèvre must keep her family safe while her adored husband, Édouard, fights at the front. When their town falls to the Germans in the midst of World War I, Sophie is forced to serve them every evening at her hotel. From the moment the new Kommandant sets eyes on Sophie’s portrait—painted by her artist husband—a dangerous obsession is born, one that will lead Sophie to make a dark and terrible decision. Almost a century later, Sophie’s portrait hangs in the home of Liv Halston, a wedding gift from her young husband before his sudden death. After a chance encounter reveals the portrait’s true worth, a battle begins over its troubled history and Liv’s world is turned upside all over again.
yourself plain, madame?” “I believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder. When my husband tells me I am beautiful, I believe it, because I know in his eyes I am.” He looked up then. His eyes locked onto mine and would not let them go. He held my gaze for so long that I felt my breathing start to quicken. Édouard’s eyes were the windows to his soul; his very self was laid bare in them. The Kommandant’s were intense, shrewd, and yet somehow veiled, as if to hide his true feelings. I was
chance of coming out alive.” He didn’t speak, so I seized my chance and continued. These were words I had said a thousand times in my head over the past hours. “You know that he has spent his whole life in the pursuit of art, of beauty. He’s a peaceful man, a gentle man. He cares about painting, about dancing, eating, and drinking. You know it makes no difference to the German cause whether he is dead or alive.” He glanced around us, through the denuded woods, as if to monitor where the
going to do?” Greg clips his dog back onto the lead and stands there, waiting. “Not a lot I can do. The picture has to go back to its rightful owners. I’m not sure how well she’s going to take that.” “She might be okay. You never know.” Greg strides over the grass toward where Pirate is running around, yapping dementedly at the sky. “Hey, if she’s broke and there’s proper money involved, you may actually be doing her a favor.” He starts to run, and his last words fly over his shoulder on
sucks at our legs and pulls the horses’ shoes from their hoofs. We have rarely ventured out beyond the square: It is too cold and too difficult, and in truth I no longer wish to leave the children, even if just for a few minutes. Édith sat by the window for three days after you left, refusing to move, until I feared she would be ill and physically forced her to come to the table and, later, to bed. She no longer speaks. I’m afraid I have barely had time to comfort her. There are fewer Germans
had happened to her. “It is good to see you, Sophie,” she said, examining her hand. Somewhere in there, I thought, there might still be a shadow of the woman I knew in St. Péronne. “I never was so glad to see another human being,” I said, wiping her face with my clean handkerchief, and I meant it. The men were sent on a work task. We could see them in the distance, queuing for shovels and pickaxes, then formed into columns to march toward the infernal noise on the horizon. I said a