The blurb suggested something in a different vein, and it was certainly different, so much so it has taken me a while to digest and consider how to write this review. I enjoyed Graham Norton’s first book Holding (see review here) so was interested to see what he served up as his second offering. She has no sense of where she is going, only that she must keep on. And perhaps, had she not found the small stash of letters, the truth would never have come to light.Ĥ0 years earlier, a young woman stumbles from a remote stone house, the night quiet but for the tireless wind that circles her as she hurries further into the darkness away from the cliffs and the sea. The house of her childhood is stuffed full of useless things, her mother’s presence already fading. There is nothing here for her she wonders if there ever was. And then the tide turns.Įlizabeth Keane returns to Ireland after her mother’s death, intent only on wrapping up that dismal part of her life. The truth drifts out to sea, riding the waves out of sight.
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