Product DetailsMarzia Bisognin is a fashion, beauty, and lifestyle vlogger recognized for her YouTube channel CutiePieMarzia, which has actually over 6 million subscribers. Originally from Vicenza, Italy, Marzia currently resides in Brighton, England, with her boyfriend, Felix Kjellberg, aka PewDiePie, and their dogs, Edgar and also Maya. Dream house is her debut novel.
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Dream home THERE that is, ideal in former of me. A one-story Greek rebirth house, most likely dating back to the early on 1900s by the watch of it. From the gate, a course of little flagstones the cross the former garden, finishing at three tiny steps i beg your pardon lead approximately the porch. A heat of columns supporting a triangle pediment with a tiny bull’s-eye home window adorn the façade, and also between lock I can see a rocking chair amongst the potted plants. The whole thing is painted a luminous white, i m sorry is set off by the pale blue of the shutters flanking its small windows. It’s surrounding by nicely trimmed green lawns, perfectly tonsured hedges, and immaculate flowerbeds, and they all suit the location perfectly. A slim trail of smoke rises indigenous the chimney on the spicy roof. To one side, the optimal of a white church spire peeks out from behind far-off trees, while to the other, the dark tiles the a neighbour’s roof room visible. I somehow have the strangest sensation that this is all i have ever before dreamt of, ever since I was just a little girl—of owning a modest yet exquisite house, a residence like this, surrounding by fields and also the odd neighbour. And now it seems as though the picture that I’ve been gradually assembling in mine mind because childhood has actually come vividly to life ideal in prior of me, simply so the I can admire it in all of its splendour. Ns stand there by the black color iron door that the end me from the tidy garden and also stare in ~ the doorbell, one elegant small gold button set below a brass nameplate that, evidently, no one has ever bothered to use, undisturbed as it is through a name. The unengraved nameplate can suggest there’s nobody currently living in the house, yet the sight of the well-kept grounds provides the lie to the idea—and stop me there, transfixed. Perfectly still. Immobile. Frozen. Wondering how exactly I even arrived right here in the very first place. I’ve never ever noticed this house before, and yet it’s always been ideal where the is. I understand that. Somehow. Blanketed through the woolly clouds that deepening autumn, the skies is getting darker and darker through the second. That’s the method it feels, at least, although i don’t really have any type of idea exactly how long I’ve actually been was standing here, mine finger exposed in mid-air, aimed at the lonely button. The waiting is hefty with a powerful smell, something that i recognise, other that renders me think of . . . Lawnmowers? Is the oil? Or possibly kerosene? ns don’t also know what the is I’m standing right here waiting for, but there’s absolutely something hold me earlier from ringing the bell; it’s together if I’m not supposed to be right here now, in this specific moment. Below I am, though, grounding under this darkening sky, and also so I ultimately decide to pressure myself to go through with it. Ns close mine eyes, take a deep breath, and also begin to relocate my finger forward. But before it it s okay close enough to make contact, ns hear a worried voice from surrounding asking, “Are you every right?” My eyes snap open and I view an elderly pair standing ~ above the front porch, which just a minute before I’d to be admiring through such intensity. Ns stare in ~ them, not uttering a solitary word. Looking progressively unnerved, the lady slowly descends the steps and also walks down the path towards me, the old man close behind her. She’s not looking at me, though—her eyes seem come be concentrated on something over my shoulder. Mine stay locked top top her. She reaches the gate and—looking me complete in the challenge now, she eyes rather concerned—repeats, “Are you all right, dear? You yes, really shouldn’t be standing out right here in the rain.” i gaze down at the grey paving stones in ~ my feet and an alert that, yes, they’re rapidly becoming freckled v dark, wet spots. Before I can say anything, the tall gentleman accompanying her opens up the gate and also puts his arm about me, implying an invite to enter what I mean is your lovely home. As soon as we’re safely inside, the prior door closes behind us and also I’m ushered over to the sofa close to the fireplace. Ns can’t avoid looking roughly the room in which i now uncover myself—a medium-sized parlour through a high, embossed ceiling, its victorian décor illuminated through two large French windows and a decision chandelier. It important is mine dream house. It simply happens to currently belong to who else. While ns make myself cosy, the kindly old lady disappears because that a minute, and with shaky hand the old man puts part logs ~ above the fire in an attempt to lug the dice embers earlier to life. Strange enough, I have the feeling currently that i am precisely where I’m claimed to be—not prefer before. And I don’t desire to leave. Even though I understand that an extremely soon I’ll have actually to, and also that ns don’t in reality have any type of real excuse for being here to start with. Together I sit top top the stiff leather sofa, still peering in wonder roughly the beautiful room, i realise that the couple who live here must be religious, since the walls and also bookshelves room dotted with symbols whose interpretations I’m not specifically sure of yet which I’m absolutely details are esoteric. I ask myself why on planet they would certainly be therefore nice come me, why they would certainly so happily invite a finish stranger inside your home, however then ns think, What am ns complaining about? I want to walk inside, didn’t I? The sweet-looking lady appears again. She places a cup of hot tea on the coffee table in front of me and clears her throat as she takes a seat at the opposite end of the sofa. She’s fair-skinned through hazel eyes, and her hair—short and also fluffy, its original auburn colour now fading—suits the healthy and balanced pink glow of she cheeks. The smile on her face seems forced, though, betraying a tension she’s trying very closely to hide. Ns reach because that the cup and also feel that warmth between my fingers. “I’m Amabel,” she says. “And this”—pointing at the man who is now standing by the door with an open publication in his hands—“is my husband, Marvin. Pretty to have you in ours home.” offering me a distracted smile, Marvin nods. I open my mouth, but no words come out, so rather I carry the cup to mine lips and take a slow sip, bothered and confused at the same time. What is wrong through me? I’ve always been mindful of the fact that I’m not exactly what girlfriend might speak to a an especially . . . Sociable person. Yet I’m definitely not rude. And yet that’s specifically the way I’m behaving towards these people. Why? But before I acquire a chance to ponder the question further, Amabel stand up and also walks throughout to the other side the the room to sign up with her husband. “It’s gaining late,” she says, “and there’s a storm forecast for tonight. Friend are an extremely welcome to invest the night here. I’ll take you come the guest room. Ns hope you’ll uncover it comfortable in there.” recognize myself unable to reply, ns decide that the least I can do is go together with the invitation, and also so i nod meekly and also get as much as follow her. As we walk previous Marvin, that is still intent on his reading, I manage a fast peek in ~ the embossed location of the volume that is holding—Spiritual Relief. The carpeted floor creaks beneath our feet as we make our method along the corridor i m sorry leads far from the living room. The walls space wainscotted and hung v artworks and the weird photo, and at the end of the corridor is the door come a little spare room, isolated from the remainder of the house. Currently looking visibly pleased to have me there, Amabel holds it open up for me. Together I step past her and also go inside I control a gesture v my head that’s supposed to present my gratitude, and also while she closes the door she offers me a laugh in return that seems both happy and also melancholy. Ns potter about that solitary however cosy little room because that a while, trying not to dwell too lot upon what a strange situation I discover myself in, however at the exact same time quite unable to fathom what has actually happened. In the end, ns lay myself under on what turns out to it is in a surprisingly comfortable bed and also do my finest to relax.
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The sound of the breeze blow softly with the slightly open window by the bed makes me sleepy, and so ns decide come switch turn off the Tiffany lamp that, together with a tiny alarm clock, occupies the nightstand. A couple of moments later on I feeling my tired, hefty eyes closing, allowing me to gain some rest for the night.