Alice Sebold is the author of the memoir LUCKY. She has been chosen by the Village Voice as a Writer on the Verge and has written for the New York Times and the Chicago Tribune. Her novel THE LOVELY BONES has reached the top of bestseller lists across the US and was described as “the book of the decade” by Publisher’s Weekly.

'When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily.' For years, Helen Knightly has given her life to others: to her haunted mother, to her enigmatic father, to her husband and now-grown daughters. When she finally crosses a terrible boundary, her life comes rushing in at her in a way she never could have imagined. Unfolding over twenty-four hours, this searing novel explores the ties between mothers and daughters, wives and lovers, the meaning of devotion and the line between love and hate.

This is a challenging, moving, gripping story, written with the humanity and fluidity that only Alice Sebold can bring to the page.

“Sebold writes brilliantly about the dangers of a narcissistic and victimised identity; about murderous self-pity and its overweening sense of entitlement. Helen Knightley is a character who makes the spine creep, and THE ALMOST MOON is a mature, salutary and timely novel” – The Times

"This brilliant, breathtaking, claustrophobic novel will leave you reeling as Sebold takes you on a journey of emotions that’s shocking, brutal, tender and moving” – Glamour

“…boy, does she know how to tell a story….Sebold exerts an icy control over her narrative…..Devote a full day to this sad and exhilarating novel: really, you won’t be able to leave it alone” – Metro Life

“Perhaps you’re tired of reading that this or that novel is ‘startling’. Well, too bad. Alice Sebold’s THE ALMOST MOON, really IS startling; I don’t believe that I properly closed my mouth the entire time I was reading it. While plenty of novels pose as transgressive (you sense the author tiresomely trying to shock…), THE ALMOST MOON’S abandon tastes salty and authentic….my God, it grips. I lay awake half the night, feverishly hoping both that it would never end, and that it would all be over soon” – Evening Standard