On the eve of the First World War, fourteen year old Alix Gregory is holidaying in France with her wealthy relatives, the Lanchburys. The holiday takes a dark turn, however, when her two year old cousin, Charlie, goes missing during a family outing; Alix blamed for the tragedy. Once the war is over, Alix endeavours to forge a new life for herself; the story charting the ups and downs, loves and losses of her life thereafter. However, amidst it all Charlie’s disappearance forever lingers in the shadows of her mind; will the truth of what happened all those years before ever come to light?
From the very first chapter, depicting an idyllic picnic that quickly turns into a nightmare when Charlie Lanchbury disappears, I found myself totally immersed in this book. Alix is an engaging central character; resilient and resourceful, yet always somewhat haunted, never quite able to shrug off her past.
Lennox weaves an intricate story with a host of characters, whose lives intersect in often unexpected and complicated ways. I think my favourite of all was Derry, always the life and soul, drawing people in with his charm, yet so many insecurities bubbling beneath the surface; and I loved the way he loved Alix.
Quite often in Lennox’s books, she takes quite big leaps in time, her stories multi-generational; whilst The Shadow Child does still span across over twenty years, the jumps in this book were not so vast and I think this allowed the central characters and relationships to be more fully explored.
I loved the secluded setting of Owlscote, Alix’s sanctuary, and also the brief period she spent in the desert. As always Lennox’s attention to period detail is incredible, and I particularly liked her depictions of the wild parties of the 1920s.
A bitter-sweet story, with moments of aching poignancy, a beautiful central romance and also an intriguing mystery of a young child’s disappearance at its heart, this is a book to lose oneself in.