Norwegian teenager Annie Skaerstadt emigrated to England when her parents' marriage broke down. Unable to settle,or to fit in with her contemporaries, she becomes drawn to an obscure First World War Poet, Noel Clark. His early death at the age of nineteen and his haunting poems appeal to her sense of isolation.
When one of her classmates unexpectedly commits suicide, Annie decides to find out why. Her journey leads her into the dark and dangerous world of child grooming and exploitation.
A novel for older teens or adults,Jigsaw Pieces is a story of identity and the pressures upon young people. It deals frankly but sensitively with modern issues. Not suitable for under 14.
I'm not a usual reader of YA, but I enjoyed the different voice of the narrator and her role as an outsider looking in. The subject matter is very relevant given issues facing society today, and it's dealt with in a believable manner. An engaging read.
Carol Hedges has done a great job nailing the inner thoughts and feelings of a teenage girl in this novel. Annie is an outsider with a foreigner heritage and attitude which makes it difficult for her to be accepted by her peers. She goes her own way, gets her head down and studies hard. When one of the students who has made her life difficult at school kills himself she makes it her business to find out why. This leads her to find her own place in the world as she investigates what happened.
Billie comes in to her life at the same time. He is over 100 years old, is a victim of war and a resident at the nursing home she does her work experience in. Since the war he has never been the same and has been institutionalised since. He lives in his own world but he and Annie connect and she finds something out about him she never expected to.
I enjoyed this novel. Some of the content is on a rather sensitive subject but Carol handles it extremely well.
I thoroughly enjoyed Carol Hedges book, Jigsaw. I always love it if it feels as though I saw it on television, the characters seem more real when that happens, don't you think?