I was thoroughly hooked in by this story, at least to begin with. When out of the blue Annie Delancey received a letter from Kent Social Services regarding the son she gave up for adoption 35 years ago, I felt the scene was set for a thoroughly absorbing, gripping read. Not far into the tale, a nervous Annie teams up with her best mate and confidante Jamie, who goes to take a peek first and runs back exclaiming "He's absolutely gorgeous!" This was the point where I tried to map out the storyline. It's a moment I always enjoy, and my enjoyment is complete when I get it completely wrong. That's what gets me on the edge of my seat, expectant and panting for more.
Now the title of this story is "Tangled Lives" and so I expected that I was going to get very tangled up when I tried to follow the tale; yet truly, there wasn't very much to get tangled up in. "Slightly muddled" lives might have been a more appropriate adjective although it would have made a crap title. It really wasn't that hard to follow and there weren't any major surprises. There was one death you saw it coming a long way off; and there again it was of a character whom nobody really liked, so it didn't hold much interest.
It certainly kept me reading, but I think that was more out of gay solidarity in general and sympathy for the homeless in particular. The story gripped me quite well, but it wasn't a satisfying grip. It was more like snorting another line of coke, even though I knew before, during and after that the habit was no good. Or watching the cliffhanger line in the Channel 4 'teen drama Hollyoaks. The story and its characters were as evanescent as steam, and I'm sure that by tomorrow they will have been well and truly forgotten.