Did the previous reviewer read the same book as me?! I finished it in two nights - it would have been one but when I got to 2am I had to reluctantly put it aside to finish the following night. I was gripped and absorbed throughout. Julie Myerson's stunning evocation of place, beauty of language, masterly storytelling and above all(for me) heart-rending truth of Tess's predicament - her overriding love for her children, told in such loving small detail, and indeed for her husband, coming up against the baffling but gnawing and ever-growing certainty that there must be more than this -it pierced me to the core. I could identify with Tess's plight (how many thinking independent mums out there couldn't?) in a way that found me constantly putting the book down and staring into space, contemplating a particularly piquant truth, which only the finest weavers of real-life situations and fictional settings can achieve. The on-the-face-of-it main theme of the loss of Tess's best friend and the way she died was told in startling, shocking detail, yet never overdone - but this isn't what the book is about. It is about taking for granted what we have, assuming as we are all inclined to do that that which is in our gift is ours forever, and dealing with the fallout when something happens to make us realize that we are all connected to this life by a slender thread that can be broken at any moment. It moved me to tears, something that happens seldom.
Bravo Julie Myerson - and if you are indeed the queen of the Islington lit pack, self crowned or no, all I can say is, long may you reign!