I loved this book. I couldn't put it down for two days. The characters are so alive on the page and Alice Jolly makes you see and feel everything that they experience so vividly that you sometimes catch your breath. She has created a world that is painfully real, one that disturbs, excites, enchants. Her descriptions are so intense and the emotions she portrays so sincere.
The book charts the relationship between Maggie and her father Max, and more specifically, explores the reasons why she has lied to protect him. Max is a difficult man to love and to understand. As we are told, he is a chameleon, a man of masks, deceits, fabrications; as Maggie says, "He's a politician, what do you expect?" He cheats on his wife, he cheats on his mistress and his best friend, and he entangles his own daughter in his deceit so that she loses sight of what Truth is. Yet he is intriguing and we are hooked. The main impetus of the book is generated by our need to know Max and his secrets, and Alice Jolly skilfully feeds us with glimpses that, at the end, will reveal and explain all.
At the heart of the book there is not a character, but a place, Gloucestershire, a landscape that is ever-present, of vast billowing white clouds and fields that become waving seas of corn. We see it through the eyes of all three narrators, but most vividly through the dying eyes of Nanda, Max's mother. Alice Jolly obviously knows and loves this landscape, and she, like her characters, holds it as an imprint of home in her heart.
A beautiful book and a beguiling story, masterly written.