Crooked Angels [Paperback]

Unusual, possibly unique in conception - and beautifully written. --Readers Review

A truly fascinating read. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Unusual, possibly unique, in conception - and beautifully written. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

A major achievement. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Crooked angels charts a journey in which a fit, successful woman wakes up one morning to find something terribly wrong. Unable to mover her arms, within hours she is trapped in a cage of pain. Her condition defies diagnosis until a wise osteopath helps uncover a history, terror from the past, which her body has stored and remembered for her. Carol Lee's physiological whodunnit travels through Tanzanian landscapes and a Middle Eastern desert to track down the mystery illness which confides her to stillness.

For years Carol’s body has been hard at work to protect her from something she cannot grasp. With almost forensic skill Carol uncovers her hidden history and faces it. Crooked Angels is the compelling story of her journey back to health. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Carol Lee began her career in journalism on the South Wales Echo. She was a staff feature writer on the Daily Mail and Daily Mirror and has contributed to many TV and radio programmes. She has written for The Guardian, Observer, Independent, Sunday Times and many national magazines. Carol also lectures in journalism at City University and is a recently qualified Alexander Technique Teacher. Crooked Angels is her sixth book, others include Friday’s Child, The Ostrich Position and The Blind Side of Eden.

The deep part of my story, the spine of it, goes back more than a century to the mid-1890s, to an eight-year-old girl sitting on a suburban train, clutching a rough bundle in her arms.

The bundle is heavy. It contains folded mailbags and factory sewing, the coarse material and weight of which have bled her mother's fingers - and will do worse to her.

Sitting still on the train, she doesn't want anyone to know about the coins in the cloth pouch under her skirt, money for her mother.

But I shall begin more than a century after these journeys. Here, in a different part of London, a woman is about to wake up. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.