The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

“When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. Your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all."

Dear Amy by Helen Callaghan

'I was trying, desperately, to keep a hold on my world - my job, my vanished husband and my column - but I was disconnecting. The ties to my ordinary life were loosening, snapping, and the dark world of Bethan Avery was becoming more real than my own.'