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This fascinating biography follows the life of one of the most extraordinary psychologists of modern times, Carl Jung, and the incredible impact he made on our understanding of the human mind. Author Lily Yuan takes us on a journey through Jung's life, beginning with the formative years of his childhood through his tumultuous relationship with fellow psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud to his travels across the world in his later years.

Twelve-year-old Cate has never left her village. She's never had a friend. She's never even hugged her mother. Imogen, Cate's mum, spent her youth traveling the country with her father. He believed she had a gift and used her for his own gain. With her innocence snatched away, Imogen vowed to build an idyllic and safe childhood for her daughter. But Cate soon becomes curious about life outside their home, and Imogen begins to question if closing themselves off from society was the right decision.

Every morning, I sit at the same table of my favourite café, sip my cappuccino, and watch them. The woman has no idea I’m watching, day after day, unravelling the secrets of her life. I see the way she smiles when he arrives, how she glances over her shoulder… like someone who is hiding something. She thinks she’s in control, but has no idea I’m on to them… I know a lot more about the man. For a start, he’s not who he pretends to be – his lies are as plain as the nose on your face. There’s more to this story than meets the eye, a lot more than I’ll ever let on.

Dimpson McCabe - Dimpsie - has invited his closest friends of the theatre world to join him for Christmas at his castle on a private island some hours' drive from Edinburgh. The festivities have barely begun when Dimpsie is found draped atop the Christmas tree, electrocuted by the lights. It's labelled Accidental Death, but in the swirling snow suspicion is dancing among the flakes. The dogged Inspector Smith begins to circle, seeking to find the leading man or prima donna responsible.

They say Leonie got into a man’s car. She was never seen again. It was the day before her fifteenth birthday. But what if she was never taken? What if the truth is right here, all along, in the house where we grew up? The house I’ve come back to, trying to piece the past together. A notification flashes on my phone. Photos on social media. I stare, chilled, at old pictures of my childhood home. Our front door, the gardens outside the window where I sit now. They’re tagged: #leonieshouse. A shiver of unease runs down my spine. Who knows?