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‘One for Sally Rooney fans’ Sunday Telegraph

‘Compelling, raw and thrillingly strange’ MONA AWAD, author of Bunny

‘Scintillating . . . wonderfully funny’ Financial Times

‘Cinematically vivid, and refreshingly honest’ LISA HALLIDAY, author of Asymmetry

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When Daphne Ferber arrives in Berlin for a fresh start in a thrilling new city, the last thing she expects is to run into more drama than she left behind.

Of course, she knew she’d need to do the usual: make friends, acquire lovers, grapple with German and a whole new way of life. She even expected the long nights gorging alone on family-sized jars of Nutella, and the pitfalls of online dating in another language. The paranoia, the second-guessing of her every choice, the covert behaviours? Probably come with the territory.

But one night, something strange, dangerous and entirely unexpected intervenes, and life in bohemian Kreuzberg suddenly doesn’t seem so cool.

Just how much trouble is Daphne in, and who – or what – is out to get her?

Channelling the modern female experience with razor-sharp observation and witty flair, Berlin announces Bea Setton as an electrifying literary voice for her generation.

‘Terrific . . . [an] unsettling and compelling read’ Observer

‘I was completely absorbed’ FRANCESCA REECE, author of Voyeur

‘I loved this novel with its complex, flawed and fascinating heroine’ NICK BRADLEY, author of The Cat and the City

Publisher Review

Uncommonly funny, cinematically vivid, and refreshingly honest about how we deceive others and ourselves. * Lisa Halliday, author of ASYMMETRY * 'I loved this novel with its complex, flawed and fascinating heroine. Bea Setton presents us with a vivid and youthful depiction of one of my favourite cities in the world. A wonderful achievement.' * NICK BRADLEY * Weird, compelling and unique: I was completely absorbed by BERLIN, with its slippery, unsettling narrator, its vivid evocation of a city seen through the troubling lens of disorientation, and by the writing itself, which gleamed. * Francesca Reece, author of VOYEUR *