4.5*
Sixty six year old Connie McColl loves her children and grandchildren but is tired of being taken for granted. Tired of her husband spending every waking hour at the golf club. Tired of ferrying him to and fro at all hours. The final straw came when no-one, except her dear friend, remembered the anniversary of their son Ben’s death. It should have been an unforgettable date for them all and no-one had even mentioned it.
Connie pondered and deliberated then made up her mind. The next day she packed a bag and set off in Kermit, her little green car, leaving a note for her husband and emails for her children. She felt she had to rediscover the Connie she used to be, the one who wasn’t chief cook and bottle washer, wife, mother, babysitter, taxi service and solver of problems, before it was too late.
This was such a delightful read. I liked Connie from the start and more so as the story went on. She’s a very sympathetic, relatable character and it was a joy to share her adventures. With no specific destinations in mind Connie meanders through England and into Scotland. The weather is kind and, taking back roads, the countryside looks just perfect to Connie.
Written realistically and very well (I hadn’t realised this was a debut novel) with much humour, poignancy, some soul-searching and self discovery, and in such a way I couldn’t help but be behind Connie all the way. Her family was mostly only concerned about how Connie’s absence affected their own lifestyles, with one noticeable exception. Thought provoking and perceptive, it just shows how much can be hidden by those we think we know well. And also, it’s never too late to make changes.
On her travels Connie meets up with old friends, makes several new ones and has a few fun, or in one case quite unsettling, adventures, gaining some notoriety along the way. It was an enjoyable experience seeing places and people from Connie’s perspective—the sights, the food, people she meets and, most of all, her excitement and appreciation of it all.
Connie’s gradual growth and self-awareness as a person in her own right is evident as the story progresses, something I was very glad to witness. The communications between Connie and her family throughout her travels reveal much about the family dynamics and how they are slowly changing. I was quite sad when Connie’s journey came to an end—but what a corker of a twist! Looking forward to reading Dee MacDonald’s next book.