A welcome second outing from Diane Janes whose Pull of The Moon fell into a camp of books I can't resist, those coming-of-age stories, told from the perspective of middle age, that culminate in murder. This book is her second and I think a better one, as it is more original and feels less like a composite of previous influences (see my review of Erin Kelly's The Sick Rose for another example of this authorial growth). It tells the story of Jo, a mother whose daughter was abducted long ago. The sense of a mother grieving for her own child while bringing up an angry teenage stepson is brilliantly drawn and the slow unwinding of Jo's own tragic backstory and its relevance to her daughter's abduction and everything that has gone wrong since is completely convincing. While the writing is not always perfect - the editor has let a couple of rogue exclamation marks into the text - it is good and never detracts from the story by being too clever. Perhaps the best aspect of the book is the fantastic evocation of the small hamlet in the Lake District where it all takes place: I could see every rock and fern, every lane and dry stone wall while I was reading and the sleepy setting is jsut right for this slow-burning intimate domestic drama. The few times I thought I could predict the next twist I was wrong, and the conclusion, while abrupt, and leaving a few loose ends untied, is certainly not one I saw coming.