When I was first given this book my feelings, if I'm being completely honest, were one of apprehension. The front cover depicting a young, albeit pretty, woman gave me feeling of `not another one like this`, but how wrong I was. The overview of the book is that it is about a girl living on the streets, all alone who's life seemingly gets worse wherever she goes. It is, however, much more than that, I found `Frankie' to be powerful, poignant and at times, moving. The impressive way in which Lewis portrays `street life' can only be done through Lewis's own knowledge of the dark and dreary London streets.
I`ve read numerous reviews comparing Lewis to Both Martina Cole and Mandasue Heller, but don't be fooled Lewis is a far better writer than his two female contemporaries. His vivid description, coupled with an exceptional plot, for me at least, separates Lewis from the others. One of most interesting aspects of `Frankie' is the way in which Lewis deals with that of class, he lets us into the lives of the destitute and conversely, the more affluent. I particularly love the way the book is layered to show us different characters' lives. There is no doubt that Frankie is a heroine, you end up wondering just how much pain one person could endure, and therefore it was quite rewarding to see Frankie finally finding contentment.
As I came to the conclusion I fully expected Frankie and Sean Carter to get together, but that would have been too predictable, something Lewis isn't. The novel also indicted how corrupt people in power can be, Furthermore, the character of Andreas who claimed to `Enjoy killing people' was disturbing, but at the same time equally realistic. I can't wait to read Lewis's other novels.