I’ve just revisited the synopsis for this lovely book, and realised there’s no mention of the reasons why the Wrong Order Cafe changed Alex’s life – but I do think I’d be doing the book a great disservice if I failed to comment on the way the author focuses so wonderfully sensitively on the whole subject of dementia. Renee and Fletch – working at Tom’s cafe, and the reason for the sometimes mangled orders that arrive at the tables – are at a relatively early stage in their dementia journeys. Tom’s father, who used to run the cafe, now only has fleeting moments of lucidity – but likes to visit from the home where he’s now cared for and soak in some of its special atmosphere.
Alex really didn’t know what she was taking on when she grasped the opportunity to stand in for Hope, living in her flat above the cafe, covering her job while she went on holiday. Selfish and self-obsessed (yes, it took a while for her to grow on me…) all Alex initially sees is a refuge from the problems in her life – a writing career that’s going down the tubes, a trail of bad choices, a lifestyle she can’t sustain any more. At first, she regrets her decision and almost walks away – but then slowly realises that she’s part of something particularly special, and becomes a very different person as she faces up to the many challenges.
The characters in this book are simply wonderful – and, given time, none more so than Alex herself as she comes up with ideas of her own to support the team of individuals she’s working with. Her relationship with owner Tom develops very nicely after a difficult start – there’s a slow-burn romance in the offing there too, but not as the most important element in the story. And there’s also a characterful parrot, Captain Beaky – the source of a lot of the humour, but when he sits on her lap and allows her to stroke him Alex knows she’s found a place she can call “home”.
The whole issue of memory, and the importance of acceptance and belonging, is just superbly handled – each individual, every one of them beautifully drawn, has their own story, often filled with sadness, and I grew to care for them all really deeply. But, as anyone whose life has been touched by dementia will know, there’s plenty of laughter too – there were so many moments and situations I recognised so well, and I can only commend and thank the author for her exceptional sensitivity and level of understanding. There were times the story made me feel tearful – but the author’s emotional touch is quite perfect, and an incident to make you smile again is never far behind. And I really loved the whole concept of “wabi-sabi”, the finding of beauty in imperfection – not as a random bolt-on, but developed as an integral part of this wonderful story.
Beautifully written, impeccably researched, it’s a book entirely filled with kindness and love that can’t fail to touch the heart – and I adored every moment. One of my books of the year – and one I’d urge everyone to add to their reading list.