This is a beautifully-written and touching book, each story leading towards its own conclusion without a wasted word or paragraph, while at the same time adding a thread to the whole, so that the ending is at once heartbreaking and heartwarming. My friend Queenie bought it for me for Christmas with her usual skill and deftness at choosing gifts, and I cherished every moment on the train, in bed, on the loo as the book rarely left my side. Ignore Misery Guts (the other reviewer) who seems to believe that a meal must have three courses with Yorkshires, two kinds of taters and custard with the pudding to satisfy. This is not the case - small and tasty wins the day, this book will satisfy without bloating. And he can't spell 'eighth' either.