Dallas is on the telly, Abba are number one, Starsky and Hutch are on her bedroom wall, and Janet is falling in love for the first time. In the warm glow of the local pub, over cider, Tetleys and with a close-knit gang of friends, life for Janet and Mark couldn't be better. Then, one morning, her mother's worst fears for Janet are realised and a decision is made that will change everything. Nothing Ever Happens in Wentbridge is a true story from the emotional front line of a first love. This beautiful and vivid account of Mark and Janet, their lives, love and loss, shows how the mind has an uncanny ability to ignore what it doesn't want to acknowledge. Until it has to.
I was revising for a psychology exam when I started writing Nothing Ever Happens in Wentbridge. I would leave the small cottage where I was staying to revise away from my small sons and the endless cacophony of demands and Thomas the Tank Engine videos, to take a walk along the river, return to write an essay about child development, and find my brain wanted to blurt Wentbridge all over my paper. The book wanted to be written... and I realised that it might help me work though and come to terms with what happened in my life when I was 18.
Wentbridge makes readers laugh and cry and everything inbetween, often on buses, or so I've been told. I'm sure you'll like it if you give it a go.