A Sunday Times bestseller and Richard and Judy Bookclub pick, The Confession is an absorbing tale of secrets and self-discovery from Jessie Burton, the million-copy bestselling author of The Miniaturist and The Muse.
When Elise Morceau meets the writer Constance Holden, she quickly falls under her spell. Connie is sophisticated, bold and alluring - everything Elise feels she is not. She follows Connie to LA, but in this city of strange dreams and 1980s razzle-dazzle, Elise feels even more out of her depth and makes an impulsive decision that will change her life forever.
Three decades later, Rose Simmons is trying to uncover the story of her mother, who disappeared when she was a baby. Having learned that the last person to see her was a now reclusive novelist, Rose finds herself at the door of Constance Holden's house in search of a confession . . .
'Without doubt one of the best novels of recent years' - Elizabeth Day, author of How to Fail.
From the million-copy bestselling author of The Miniaturist and The Muse
'Without doubt one of the best novels of recent years' Elizabeth Day
One winter's afternoon on Hampstead Heath in 1980, Elise Morceau meets Constance Holden and quickly falls under her spell. Connie is bold and alluring, a successful writer whose novel is being turned into a major Hollywood film. Elise follows her to LA, where everyone is reaching for the stars and no one is telling the truth. When she overhears a devastating conversation at a party, Elise makes an impulsive decision that will change her life forever.
Three decades later, Rose Simmons is seeking answers about her mother, who disappeared when she was a baby. Having learned that the last person to see her was Constance Holden, a reclusive novelist who withdrew from public life at the peak of her fame, Rose sets out in search of a confession . . .
'A tangled modern mystery . . . Enrapturing' Observer
'A masterpiece, navigating Hollywood stardom, motherhood and fragmented identity' Tatler
'Engaging, entertaining and moving . . . will keep you guessing until the end' Evening Standard