“Did you know I spent the whole of my fifteenth year in my room?”
An impromptu, mid-afternoon confession stirs up not so distant memories of the period Briar spent trapped in her home; suffering from agoraphobia.
Six years on, she’s free, but ripples of the year's isolation still lap at the edges of her life, and that of those in her orbit; Melodie, a pretty valley girl who Briar desires to be, Justine, her oldest friend, who hides her own dark secret, and Dermot, who thinks he's the reincarnation of Robin Hood. Robbing from the rich to give to the poor.
Ghosts of the year's isolation echo down through the years, leading her to the answer to one very simple
Shane Filer writes novels and comics. He lives in New Zealand with a very old Tonkinese cat. He likes oranges, orange juice, and orange furniture — in fact even the color orange. Why? Well, because it's the best color, of course. While he believes that being a grown up is not all it's cracked up to be, he still enjoys ruining his appetite before dinner, and staying up past his bed time.