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Tasha Kavanagh worked in film editing for ten years, on features including Twelve Monkeys, Seven Years in Tibet and The Talented Mr Ripley. She has an MA in Creative Writing from UEA. She has published several children's books under her maiden name, Tasha Pym. She lives in Hertfordshire with her family. Things We Have in Common is her first novel and has been shortlisted for the Guardian Not the Booker Prize.
Longlisted for the Desmond Elliott Prize 2016. A disturbing and devastatingly compelling novel, ‘Things We Have In Common’ sucks you in whole and refuses to let you go when you finish reading. From the very first page this feels different, Yasmin aged 15 has a major crush on her classmate Alice, we hear Yasmin’s thoughts, as they veer from emotion to emotion. Tasha Kavanagh has created a living, breathing, expressive individual and Yasmin feels intensely alive as she talks with teenage passion. The story builds jagged piece by piece, twisting, penetrating and provocative. This is a book to devour in one sitting, it’s surprisingly creepy and impossible to put down. ~ Liz Robinson February 2016 Debut of the Month. Shortlisted for the Costa First Novel Award 2015. Costa Judges' comment: “An insightful, compellingly-plotted novel about teenage obsession and isolation. An exceptionally assured debut with a captivating voice.”
Yasmin would give anything to have a friend...And do anything to keep one. The first time I saw you, you were standing at the far end of the playing field. You were looking down at your brown straggly dog, but then you looked up, your mouth going slack as your eyes clocked her. Alice Taylor. I was no different. I used to catch myself gazing at the back of her head in class, at her silky fair hair swaying between her shoulder blades. If you'd glanced just once across the field you'd have seen me standing in the middle on my own, looking straight at you, and you'd have gone back through the trees to the path quick, tugging your dog after you. You'd have known you'd given yourself away, even if only to me. But you didn't. You only had eyes for Alice.