Book Review: My Friends by Fredrik Backman – a coming-of-age story and a meditation on life, art and love

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I’ve not often read a book that took such a philosophical look at the human condition, in particular the emotional cost of loving other people and of loving ourselves. About being able to say yes to life, when all around you is pain. This sounds kind of heavy, but in Backman’s hands it never is. Not really.

My Friends begins with a famous work of art and a young girl soon to turn eighteen, who has run away from her foster home with cans of spray paint in her backpack. Lousia has had a hard start to life, and when things go wrong at an exhibition of a painting loved by all the world, she runs down a back alley, where she meets, of all people, the artist. That’s all he has by way of a name, the artist, and when Louisa meets him he’s very ill.

Before long Louisa is on a train, running from her life, and latching on to Ted, the artist’s childhood friend. They’re also lugging along with them, the painting, yes, that one. The artist had got Ted to sell everything he had to buy it back and then unexpectedly bequeathed it to Louisa, a girl with nothing and whom he’d only just met.

Yes, it’s a crazy kind of premise, but soon, shy awkward Ted is heading home on a train, reluctantly with Louisa, who never stops talking, except to listen to his story of how the painting came to be. It’s the story of a summer when four friends are turning fifteen, how their odd friendship came about, and how things are all set to change before school starts again.

“I’m not an artist, I’m -“
The janitor interrupted him so sharply that his ladder wobbled:
“You’re an artist if you create something! You’re an artist if you don’t see the world the way it is, if you hate white walls! No one else decides what art is, no one can stop you loving whatever you like, the cynics and critics can have control of all the other crap on the planet … but they can’t decide how hard your heart beats! Become whatever you want, but don’t become one of them. Art is a fragile enough light as it is. It can be blown out by a single sigh. Art needs friends, with our bodies against the wind and our hands cupped around the flame, until its’s strong enough to burn brightly with its own power. Until it’s an inferno. Unstoppable.”
The boy hesitated for a long time before saying:
“I can’t paint the way the art teacher wants. I can’t paint things. There’s something wrong with my brain.”
“That’s because you don’t paint things the way they look, you paint them the way they feel,” the janitor replied.

First Ted tells Louisa about the artist, that weird kid who tends to get bullied, until Joar steps in and fights back on his behalf. Joar is loud, brash and tells terrible jokes. It’s Joar who crashes into Ted on his bike and who brings him along to the pier – where the friends hang out. Then there’s Ali, the only girl, who is fierce and loud, and a match for Joar. The four build a tight friendship that sees them through the difficulties of their home life, each of which is heartbreaking in its own way.

The story is teased out in chapters interspersed between Ted and Louisa’s lengthy train journey, which is interrupted by all kinds of hiccups. Louisa is difficult to put up with, and yet Ted can see why the artist took a shine to her. She draws too, endlessly sketching away, though doubtful of her talent. You get a lot about the need to believe in yourself and the power of art to transform lives.

At times I did find this book lacking in pace – the kids are always getting into trouble and there are endless anecdotes about that. And that train journey seems to take forever. But it all comes together well and the there are enough surprises to keep you interested. I’m glad I read My Friends. It’s original, inventive and thoughtful and leaves the reader thinking about it long after the last page – a four-star read from me

Book Review: The Sea Sisters by Louise Douglas – mystery, tragedy and suspense in a stunning setting

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Now here’s the perfect book if you’re feeling nostalgic for summer seaside holidays. The Sea Sisters, takes you to coastal Brittany, and the charming seaside town of Morranez. Here Mila Shepherd is one third of the Toussaints Detective Agency, for the most part helping to find missing persons. But Mila has her own private tragedy. She failed to answer a call from her step-sister Sophie the day Sophie died, drowned in a storm with husband Charlie in a boating accident.

Mila has given up her life in England to be a parent to Ani their teenage daughter and to atone for the guilt she feels. Discovering a note left in Sophie’s kitchen brings back questions about what Sophie and Charlie were doing taking their their boat out in a storm. But before she can dwell on that, she’s soon busy with a new case: the arrival of an English woman, Nicole Stevenson, who believes she is not who her family think she is.

Convinced that she is really Evie Albert, who went missing as a two year old during the annual Morvarc’h music festival, Nicole wants help to prove it. She and her sisters have discovered in their late father’s safe a folder of newspaper clippings about Evie’s disappearance and a photo of Evie’s mother Adeline who looks astonishingly like Nicole.

As the festival approaches for another year, and Ani makes plans with her friends, Mila is reminded of her summers spent with Sophie and the people she used to hang out with during her teens. Among them is her colleague Carter Jackson, who brings to the agency his expertise in dealing with police, and who zooms around the countryside on his Harley.

Soon the mystery of what happened to Evie is all-consuming. Nicole is frail, suffering from an auto-immune disease, so discovering the truth is time critical. We learn of Adeline’s transient lifestyle as a tarot card reader and her connection to the Holywell Commune, a cult-like group living in an old convent on the edge of town and who are distrustful of strangers. It’s going to take some ingenuity to discover if anyone there still remembers little Evie, as the commune is run by the domineering figure of Augustin Golliard.

The story takes some twists and turns as questions surface involving smuggling and petty crime. The two mysteries at times overlap and both Carter and Mila take risks which nicely builds suspense, with enough surprises to keep you interested right to the end. As I turned the last page, however, I was almost sad to be leaving Morranez as Douglas makes it feel like you are on holiday in a French seaside town in the height of summer.

I devoured this light, easy read which blended mystery, atmosphere and nostalgia and even a touch of romance in a well-plotted story. I’ll be keen to read the earlier books in Douglas’s Brittany series. The Sea Sisters, due to be published on 1 June, it’s a four-star read from me. My thanks to Netgalley and Boldwood Books for a reading copy in return for my review.

Book Review: Love Lane by Patrick Gale – part two in the Harry Cane story

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Patrick Gale has long been a favourite author of mine, so of course I’d read A Place Called Winter when it came out in 2015. I’m pretty sure it was one of my top reads for that year. Its story was inspired by the life of the author’s own great-grandfather, a man who had left his wife and young daughter to become a farmer in the Canadian prairies. The novel, set in the early part of the 20th century, describes a secret love, the effects of the Great War and following flu epidemic on its characters, as well as the difficulties of building a life out of nothing. It’s both fascinating and moving and like all Patrick Gale’s novels, beautifully written

In Love Lane, Gale picks up Harry Cane’s story when he sells his farm and makes a visit to his long lost family in England. A kind of mythology has grown up around Harry, known as Cowboy Grandpa, his grandchildren imagining an ageing Gary Cooper. And it isn’t surprising as no one has seen him for most of half a century. His daughter Betty has been brought up by a grandmother and a bunch of formidable aunts – her mother having died when she was twelve. As a young woman engaged to Terry, she feels the urge to write to Harry out of the blue. Terry has asked about Harry and getting married seems the right time to get in touch.

So begins a correspondence that doesn’t result in a visit from either side until Harry sells his farm and, wheat prices being down, has to accept a low offer. He turns up at the Liverpool docks, a shabby elderly man with few teeth and wearing a string tie. At first Betty doesn’t know what to do with him, Terry has a stressful job as a prison governor, but she determines to look after her father. Her flighty daughter Whistle takes a shine to him and so does the dog. There’s also something about Harry which makes women want to talk to him about their problems.

Harry had never gone so long without fresh air, walking the turbulent corridors, from the acid stink of his little, wood-veneered cabin to the bottomless, empty talk of the dining room to the echoing whoops of the bar and – now that he knew the way – down the service staircase to the cosy snug on the deck below. He was having, or listening in on, conversations that left him as dizzy as an inexperienced climber on a mountainside. It gave him the curious sense that – in transit from a young world to an older one – he had stumbled onto yet another, that was altogether older and wiser than either. By the time they had passed Ireland and were nosing into the mouth of the Mersey on a dazzling April morning, he was left with the slightly panicky feeling of someone worrying they’d bought a ticket to quite the wrong place.

The story flips between the points of view of Harry and Betty, as well as Terry, whose prison is one where executions are still performed, something which is hugely stressful. Harry goes on to stay with Pip, their elder daughter, so we get her narration as well. She’s married to Mike, also in the prison service and a man with secrets. Harry is, as ever, perceptive and inspires confidences.

The author does a terrific job of capturing post-war England, still with rationing, and even though both Mike and Terry have important jobs, there’s not a lot to spare. Women of their class didn’t work after marriage, and we get a lot of societal expectations in the 1950s on wives and young mothers in a patriarchal system. It was also a difficult time to be gay, with men outed for homosexual acts given stints in Terry’s prison, among them the tailor he brings Harry to for a new suit and shirts.

But best of all are the characters. Gale has done plenty of research on the one hand, but has had a wealth of letters and diaries, as well, no doubt, as his own memories of old family stories to sift through to inspire the novel. You get to know the characters and really empathise with them, which is something I always like about any of Gale’s books, he’s such a perceptive writer, perhaps having something of his own great-grandfather’s gift.

You can read Love Lane as a stand-alone novel, but I would really also recommend starting with A Place Called Winter, which I recall as a beautifully intense and emotional read. Love Lane is a welcome return to Harry’s story, and a four-and-a-half star read from me.

Book Review: Eat Slay Love by Julie Mae Cohen – a never-a-dull-moment revenge comedy

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I often enjoy novels in audiobook format that I wouldn’t necessarily pick up as a print copy and find some unexpected delights. Unlikely friendships lie at the heart of this story about three women from very different walks of life conned by the same man.

To Lilah, he’s Zachary, a caring, romantic man she bonded with over books at the library where she works. Lilah is in her twenties and has recently won a lottery. She’s shy and naive, but while she has a loving dad, a retired postman with a fondness for model trains, she’s very much in need of some guidance about managing her nest-egg. Zachary is always there to lend a helping hand – of course he is.

Opal is a post-menopausal fitness guru with a blunt, matter-of-fact manner determined not to let another woman fall for her ex-husband’s tricks. Only to Opal he was Zander, and three years ago, he’d disappeared with all her money. Then there’s Marina, a harried mother of three, who has just started dating again after her divorce. Xavier has helped her rediscover her sex-drive, but Opal knows that while Marina may be strapped for cash, she has just inherited her grandmother’s well-appointed house in the leafy suburbs of London, which makes her a sitting duck.

The story opens with a man at the bottom of Marina’s cellar stairs, unconscious, tied up and with Peppa Pig plasters on his head to stop the bleeding – Marina’s not completely heartless. Opal and Lilah arrive to assist – and so begins a friendship that bonds over what to do with Zachary/ Zander/Xavier. Each woman has a back story. Lilah with her love of books, her job at the library where she has to deal with a resentful colleague, and then the money, a break-in at her new house which ended in tragedy.

Marina struggles to convince her mother that she is in fact divorced and that she shouldn’t have to sell her grandmother’s house to share the inheritance with her brother and cousins. Her granny was a woman ahead of her time and knew the value of independent means for a woman like Marina. Her legacy is dependent on Marina being no longer married to her selfish, cheating ex.

Opal has never had friends before – she’s a determined business woman and not very likeable, a bully to her staff. But someone seems to be following her. Could it be Zander? Her bonding with Marina and Lilah over the Zander problem is unexpected and transformative. The story flips between each main character so we can see their insecurities around trusting the other two, their dilemmas and the dangers. Complications pile up on top of each other, bringing out new strengths the women never knew they had.

Opal couldn’t stop looking at the man on the floor. He’d used to have black hair, and now it was silver-gray and white. Had he dyed it? Or had they both aged so much in the past three years?
No, it was dye. She knew how he worked. Black hair hadn’t been his real hair color, either.
But none of this was part of his plan: the basement, and the duct tape, and the Peppe Pig Band-Aids, and the three women together.
She wondered: would a normal person, a better person, feel pity for him?
Lilah sidled up to Opal. “I think Marina pushed him down the stairs,” she whispered, her words trembling. “On purpose.”

This was such a fun read, well written and bubbling with humour. The narration by three different actors (Clare Corbett Katherine Press and Rebecca Norfolk) for the three narrative voices was brilliantly performed. Eat Slay Love is a four-star read from me.

Book Review: Time of the Child by Niall Williams – a beautifully crafted period novel set in rural Ireland

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This is one of those novels that rewards perseverance, opening as it does in a way a fable might begin, and taking its time with setting the scene and establishing character. The writing also takes a bit of getting used to, but once you’ve got the hang of it, you might find yourself utterly hooked, as I was.

Time of the Chid is set in Faha, a small town in Claire. It’s 1962 and we’re in the lead up to Christmas with a story centred mostly around the town doctor, Jack Troy, and his unmarried daughter Ronnie. There’s a lot of scene setting as we follow Jack on his rounds, and his reminiscences about lost love. He and Ronnie are isolated from the rest of the town in that they have no obvious social equals. Ronnie’s sister begs her to let her find a match for her, but Ronnie is happy where she is – what seems like loneliness to others is freedom to her.

Doctor Troy and Ronnie rattle around in Avalon, a large rambling home that doubles as a doctor’s consulting room, the house riddled with mice and various kinds of rot. It’s not a place you’d want to spend winter in, and the weather here is a character in itself, in various versions of wet – rain, sea mist or fog – and always chilling. Jack has a lot on his plate working in a town where people are mostly struggling to pay doctors fees in a timely manner, an ageing population and a priest who is losing his mind to dementia.

In the parish, the doctor had the standing that close acquaintance with suffering bestowed. Beneath his waved grid of silver hair, his sunken eyes said that acquaintance came at a cost. He had a worn air, his complexion tending now to ashen, his top lip covered with a shoebrush moustache he had grown to put a small distance between himself and the hurt of the world. Although he lived in the magnificent dilapidation of Avalon House, and carried himself in a manner that Faha might have summarised as Not like us, he was vouchsafed a place of honour in the parish by the twin virtues of not leaving and being indispensable.

There’s also young Jude Quinlan who comes from a poor farming family, with a father who drinks and gambles away much of what he earns. We follow Jude helping his father bring the cattle to sell at the town fair and you get more on this colourful event, the characters and how the townsfolk interact with each other, the expectations and buzz as people prepare also for the Christmas season. All of this before the pivoting event of Jude discovering an abandoned baby.

The story follows what happens with the baby, rescued by the doctor and Ronnie, and secretly cared for. We get a view of an Ireland where children born out of wedlock were a shame to be whisked away by the authorities, and your imagination conjures up orphanages run by nuns and not a lot of love. The baby meanwhile captivates Ronnie and the doctor, and as Christmas looms, each separately imagines what might happen next and how to fix it.

This is a delightful read, a gentle story that packs an emotional punch, with characters that you really get to care for. It’s all particularly enhanced by the wonderful writing in spite of sentences that are often long and convoluted in an Irish sort of way, and brimming with imagery that is somehow just right. Some, particularly the humorous ones, I just had to read out loud. There’s plenty to make you think, with themes around what is the right thing to do, about guilt and atonement, the spirit of Christmas and whether there is in fact a God.

I loved this book and seeing that Time of the Child is the second novel set in Faha, will be hunting out its predecessor, This Is Happiness – there’s a third, Oh, Now to be published later this year. Time of the Child won the Kerry Group Irish Novel of the Year 2025 and is a five star read from me.

Book Review: Death of a Fugitive by John Pilkington – another case for Tudor era constable Matthew Cutler

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We first met former actor turned constable Matthew Cutler in Death of a Stranger, which takes you to Spitalfields, a poor area of wider London, in the last years of Elizabeth I’s reign. In the second book, Death of a Fugitive, things aren’t going too well for Matthew – he’s just returned from his father’s funeral, and it’s a cold night, made colder by the instruction that he’s expected to attend a hanging.

Bad harvests and inflation driven by greed among the merchant class has meant poorer people are starving. Riots have led to a rounding up of rebels, and three of those involved are the young apprentices facing the death penalty. The town constables are required to be present to show they mean business. As more rebels are sought, Matthew is meant to give his all to hunt them down. But he’s soon distracted by the discovery of counterfeit coins.

There’s some relief, in that Crown Commissioners have been sent to offer money to families in need, among them an old university friend of Matthew’s, Lucas Moffett. And among the most in need of help, the Broad family, living on their wits, with young Gilly Broad himself discovered palming off a counterfeit coin. Matthew’s far more interested in finding who is making the dud currency than tracking down the rebels. He has no wish to see more angry young lads sent to the gallows, but has a battle to keep his superiors happy.

As if that isn’t enough to keep him up at night, Matthew’s also worried about his younger daughter Jane, who has been keeping secrets and meeting up with a new friend she’s reluctant to bring home. And Margery surprisingly has a suitor, which she finds more embarrassing than flattering.

The story threads weave in and out of the plot, with a murder or two spaced nicely at intervals to keep things interesting. Danger closes in and the perpetrators are suitably nasty and hard to pin down. There are enough surprises to keep you guessing and a brilliant ending. Altogether, this is a very satisfying read, and Matthew Cutler, an interesting and complex character and not just your average law enforcer. I shall be keen to check in with him again to see how his career is going, if there’s romance in the wings for him and his family, and to learn more about this little nook of British history.

Death of a Fugitive is another well-researched and immersive read from Pilkington, bringing the era to life and a four star read from me. Thanks to Netgalley and Boldwood Books for an advance copy of the novel in return for an honest review. Death of a Fugitive is due for release on 13 May.

Book Review: Seascraper by Benjamin Wood – a gorgeous, atmospheric and evocative coming-of-age story

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Yes, I know a lot has already been said about Seascraper, the little book that made the Booker longlist and was a favourite to win, only to miss being picked for the shortlist. And it’s such a lovely read. Such an original story.

In case you missed it, it’s about Thomas Flett, who works on the West Coast of England at a place called Longferry, (which might be Southport), where he makes a small living collecting shrimp. It’s arduous work involving old technology and a horse. It’s the work he took over from his grandfather, now dead so it’s just him and his mother in the same cottage she grew up in with few mod cons. But outside it’s the 1960s – people are beginning to forget about the war, maybe thanks to the new music, and the movies.

An American movie producer Edgar Acheson turns up wanting an atmospheric coastal location for his upcoming film and charms his way into the family. Tom reluctantly agrees to take him out that evening at low tide and what follows makes Tom rethink his life. There’s some brilliant storytelling on display, original characters who come to the page with depth for such a short book. You really feel for them too, particularly Tom and his shyness around Joan who works at the post office and makes Tom feel scruffy and unkempt – which he is. Even the horse has character.

Benjamin Wood does everything brilliantly here, but he’s always been in the back of my mind as a writer to look out for ever since I read his debut, The Bellwether Revivals – well worth a read if you come across it. My reading of Seascraper was particularly enhanced by listening to the audiobook which is read by the author himself. He has a pleasant voice, well suited to bringing Tom to life, and does the contrasting Atcheson well too. He also does the musical performance too – yes, there’s music – and it really was amazing, well worth the switch to audio.

So if you’re looking for a nice audiobook, even if you’ve already read Seascraper in print form, check this one out. I can see what all the fuss was about – a five-star read from me.

Book Review: The Wedding People by Alison Espach – a witty comedy-of-manners and second-chances novel

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I must say I was a little dubious about the premise of this book, but I’d heard so many good things, I hesitantly plunged in. In The Wedding People, life has hit rock bottom for our protagonist, Phoebe Stone, an academic who teaches Victorian literature, but has never finished her dissertation. She’s stuck in a low paying role at the same university as her ex-husband Matt. He’d left her for her best friend after he and Phoebe had tried and failed to have a child. Already at a low ebb, the discovery of Harry, her cat, dead in the basement is too much and she plans to kill herself. What better place to do it than the Cornwall Inn.

The Cornwall Inn was a holiday destination Phoebe had hoped to enjoy with Matt, but he’d had other ideas. It’s a luxury hotel on the coast, so she books herself into the penthouse suite and arrives in her best dress and with no luggage, Harry’s painkillers in her handbag. She’ll order room service, watch the sunset and pass gently away on the canopied bed. The thought of reading about someone about to take their life was a little daunting but, as Phoebe waits to check in at the hotel’s reception, I soon realised this novel was going to be fun.

Also at the hotel, people are gathering for a wedding. Lila is throwing a huge, million-dollar affair to celebrate her nuptials to Gary, and thinks she’s booked the entire hotel for her guests for the week. She’s not pleased to find an interloper in the penthouse suite and challenges Phoebe about it in the lift. The two strike up an odd kind of alliance over the days leading up to the wedding, and Phoebe finds herself a confidante to all manner of concerns Lila has, which for some reason she doesn’t share with her bridesmaids. Lila seems to be as much alone as Phoebe.

“I never understood why my mother was so obsessed with art. I studied it for four years, and honestly, I get it even less now. Like seriously, what’s the point of it?”
Again, the bride looks at Phoebe and waits.
“Are you asking me?” Phoebe asks.
“Have you never been in a conversation before?”
“It’s been a while, actually.”
“I can tell.”
“And to be honest, I’m not sure I get the point, either.”
When Phoebe left for graduate school, she had very clear and beautiful ideas about art, how art is what elevates us, art is the magnificence wrung from the ugly dish towel of existence. Art helps us feel alive. And this had been true for Phoebe – Phoebe used to read books and feel astounded. She used to walk around galleries, inspired by the beautiful human urge to create. But that was years ago. Now she can’t stand the sight of her books. Can’t bear the thought of reading hundreds of pages just to watch Jane Eyre get married again.

As the wedding draws closer, Phoebe becomes swept into the wedding preparations, filling in for a missing maid of honour and taking part all kinds of events – from the bachelorette party to learning to surf – and develops an unfortunate attraction to the groom. Without a charger for her phone she is quite cut off from her old life, and starts to imagine something new. I loved how her area of expertise appears in the book, her knowledge of Victorian heroines like Jane Eyre and also the Mrs Dalloway she decides to finish when she finds it on the hotel bookshelves.

There’s also a host of humorous characters that you get to know, like Jim the best man who Lila finds a bit over-friendly, and Patricia, her mother, accused of drinking in the afternoon. Phoebe gets to know them and learn their secrets. Weddings, it seems, don’t bring out the best in people, and Phoebe discovers all sorts bubbling away under the petulant exterior of Marla, the groom’s sister, or the sullenness of young Juice, his daughter. You can talk to someone like Phoebe, who you’ll probably never see again after the wedding, a bit like talking to a priest.

Which is the other thing I love about this book – the dialogue, which is hugely entertaining. I can just imagine the book would be terrific on screen (apparently, film rights have been sold). The Wedding People is probably the most enjoyable book I’ve read this year – it’s fun, clever and resonates emotionally too. So it’s an easy five stars from me.

Book Review: Go Gentle by Maria Semple – a smart comedy caper that gives you something to think about

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I confess I still have Where’d You Go, Bernadette on by bookcase, unread, but hope to rectify that soon, having just finished Maria Semple’s new book: Go Gentle. This was such a fun read, although on opening the book, I hadn’t a clue what to expect. And I’m still not quite sure what kind of book it is, as it seems to blend a lot of genres: mystery, romance, intrigue, family relationships, and comedy.

The narrative is all from the point of view of Adora Hazzard. Now in her mid-fifties, she’s planning her later years by ensuring the other people moving onto her floor of the New York apartment building where she lives are like-minded older women she approves of. Known by some as the coven, the idea is that they’ll look out for each other as they age, avoiding aged care facilities and sharing costs.

Adora has a stipend with an old-money family, the Lockwoods, Layla and Lionel, tutoring their young twins in things philosophical in their extraordinary glass house, or at work across the road at the Lockwood Library, with its amazing art collection. For a confirmed stoic, there’s a lot of abundance on show. Her stoicism comes from a dark part in her life when she was a twenty-something comedy writer in Hollywood. The story dips back in time to fill you in, along with Adora’s recovery and path to philosophy.

Nietzsche said, Amor fati. Love fate. You have to love what happened to you. I actually got that tattooed. When it truly clicks, no matter what the universe throws at you, you’re like, Please, sir, I want some more. I’m not talking Wagyu beef and béarnaise, I’m talking the grand parade, the whole catastrophe, I’m talking life.

Adora is an interesting character with many layers, which Semple reveals little by little. She’s not always likeable – to start with she’s got a smart stoical answer for every situation, something her fifteen year old daughter endures not so stoically. If there wasn’t an art heist, a fascinating handsome stranger, a flit to Paris, and a close call with danger, there’s still plenty to keep you turning the pages. I enjoyed the balance between the two. The way Adora tries to live a planned life of the mind, but also how events take her by surprise and shake some of that out of her.

The story is rounded out with a wide cast of characters – the people in Adora’s apartment building, including staff; the Lockwoods and their entourage. I loved meeting landscape gardener Blanche and her South American contractor Dorris, who are full of surprises. These characters are all shown through Adora’s perspective and in the lively dialogue, which as a non-American did sometimes challenge my knowledge of American slang. But in the end I decided to just go with the flow and still found heaps to enjoy.

Go Gentle is due for release on 14 April. I enjoyed this novel courtesy of Negalley and Hachette Australia in return for an honest review. It’s a fun, intelligent novel that gives you plenty to think about even after the last page – a four-star read from me.

Book Review: Precipice by Robert Harris – history unfolds in a fascinating drama involving love and war

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I’d not read a Robert Harris novel before, but was curious about the events Precipice describes – the indiscretion of a prime minister writing endless letters to his much younger mistress, revealing state secrets. The potential for said letters to get into the wrong hands as Britain tips into World War One.

In the author’s notes at the beginning and at the end of the book, you learn that all of the above events are quite well documented, historians have devoted entire books to the subject, and that the letters written by the prime minister as they appear in the book are authentic. My interest even more piqued, I happily plunged in.

The story begins describing the life of the Hon. Venetia Stanley, a member of a somewhat fast set known as the Coterie who live in London, enjoying the excess afforded to them by money and privilege, and amusing themselves in various daring ways. It’s the summer of 1914, and Venetia is expected to attend a boat party on the Thames, an invitation the PM, H.H Asquith begs her to cancel in favour of meeting him. He needs help with the Irish question, as he tells her in his letters. The boating trip ends in disaster, just as well Venetia cried off at the last minute, and we meet policeman, Paul Deemer.

Deemer, an invented character, is a nice contrast to the elevated world of the PM and Venetia. He’s just an ordinary sergeant at the Met, has a young brother rescued from various scrapes by a promising career in the army, while Paul having recently broken off an engagement, is not sure about his future. His parents are dead, and he’s a quiet, lonely sort, ideal for a hush-hush project with Special Branch.

Asquith writes to Venetia several times a day (postal deliveries numbered twelve a day in London at the time), the two meet at various social occasions, and go for a Friday “drive” together, where the PM shares with Venetia the burdens of his role, the decisions he is tussling with and often revealing copies of telegrams and other top secret documents. Venetia is intelligent, offers a sounding board and emotional encouragement. He’s like a politician who has made it to the top job, only to discover it’s a lot harder than he’d anticipated.

She liked him for his kindness, his cleverness, his fame and power, which he wore lightly. Her father had been a Liberal MP: she had grown up surrounded by talk of politics. Now she was probably the most well-informed woman in the country. And if she was honest, she also enjoyed the thrill of it – the secrecy, the illicitness, the risk.

In the background, as war is declared we meet lots of the key players, such as Lord Kitchener, Winston Churchill and and Lloyd George. I’ve never read such a clear account of how WWI began, nor how agonising it was for the British government to make the final decision to declare war on Germany. As the months pass, the huge confidence of those like Churchill is put to the test as troop losses start to take their toll on morale.

This is all quite fascinating, while Paul spends his days doing things he’s not comfortable about in his new role. Harris has done an amazing job in weaving in the letters with events they describe as they unfold. But anyone wanting a riveting spy novel might be disappointed. This is much more a story about three characters and their emotional journey as the world turns to chaos. And it’s well done, carrying with it a depth of research that makes everything that happens seem very real. I’ll certainly read another Robert Harris; Precipice is a four-star read from me.