Three Wishes: From the bestselling author of Big Little Lies, now an award winning TV series

They say trouble always comes in threes . . .

For sisters Lyn, Cat and Gemma Kettle, the year they turn thirty-three is no exception.

Sensible Lyn is struggling to balance being a mother, wife and businesswoman without losing her mind.

Cat, whose perfect marriage is the envy of all her friends, never suspected that her husband had been hiding a secret that will tear her life apart.

Directionless Gemma, who changes jobs and boyfriends every few months, has just met a new man who could be the one to unlock her hidden past.

The bonds of these sisters are strong enough to withstand whatever life throws at them.

That is until the night of their thirty-fourth birthday dinner, when home truths are revealed and things are said that can't be taken back . . .

Read an Extract from Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty

The Birthday Brawl

Last night Eventful.

No mate, not that sort of eventful. The blind date was a disaster. No, it wasn't too soon after Sarah. I told you, I'm ready to get back out there. The problem was her voice. It was like trying to hear someone on a bad line.

I'm not being picky, I couldn't hear the woman! There's a limit to how many times you can ask someone to repeat themselves before it gets bloody awkward. All night I was leaning halfway across the table, squinting my ears, making wild guesses as to what she was whispering. At one point I chuckled appreciably at what I thought was a punchline and the poor girl looked horrified.

She could be really nice. She just needs someone with better ears. Preferably bionic ones.

But forget about the date. I'm sure she has. Actually, I'm sure she hasn't because, as I say, it was . . . eventful.

The restaurant was jam-packed and we had a table right next to three women. At first I didn't even register them because I was busy perfecting my lip-reading skills. The first time I even looked over was when one girl got her handbag strap tangled around my chair.

Yep. Nice looking. Although I did have a preference for but I'm getting ahead of myself.

So, at first these three girls were obviously having a great time roaring with laughter, getting louder and louder. Each time they laughed, my date and I smiled sadly at each other.

About eleven o'clock we cheered up because the end was in sight. We got the dessert menu and she used sign language to suggest we share the blueberry cheesecake. Obviously I didn't completely ruin her night by mentioning my missing sweet tooth. What is it with women and sharing desserts? It makes them so happy.

But we never got to order because that's when the action started. The lights in the restaurant went off and three waitresses appeared, each of them lugging these three huge bloody?