Perceptive and poignant, Mary Stanley's new novel is full of compassion and a wry, perfectly pitched witIreland, 1944. In a violent storm, a German plane heading for Britain is blown west, far off course. The pilot, completely disorientated, plunges down on to an Irish hillside, and shatters a young family.The children who survive that terrible night try to leave the past behind, but it will not let them go. Rescued by their Aunt Lucy, Amelia and Mattie need to start afresh, but Lucy too has lost her way. And as all three search for a place to call home, they accidentally uncover the cruellest secret of all...Mary Stanley's enthralling new novel moves from 1940s Ireland through post-war England to golden Malta. Her vibrant characters and beautifully perceptive writing bring to life a compelling tale of survival and self-discovery.
It was okay, but no more than that. There was a chance for nice character development, but that never really happened. And then from very early you know exactly how the book is going to play out. So predictable. For long periods the book just meanders along and then at the end it all just comes together in the blink of an eye - exactly as predicted. Sigh, wish I did not read it. Fluff.