Brighton is celebrating. A killer is waiting. And Roy Grace is the target . . .
Brighton Pride is the biggest date on the city’s calendar with half a million people lost in the party. But behind the opulent façade of the Royal Courteney Hotel, a nightmare is checking in.
Dritan Dervishi, the cold-blooded consigliere for Albanian mob boss Roel Albazi, has arrived with a beautiful woman on his arm and a lethal secret in his suitcase. He has specifically requested Room 321 – a room with a perfect view of the sea, and a deadly proximity to a target he’s been dreaming of for years.
Detective Superintendent Roy Grace is already pushed to the limit, coordinating the city’s massive security operation amid whispers of a potential terrorist attack. But the threat is more personal than he could ever imagine. Back in a prison cell, his old nemesis Albazi is counting down the seconds to a revenge that will not just take Roy’s life, but erase his entire bloodline.
And as Roy and his wife Cleo prepare for a night of celebration at the Royal Courteney, they have no idea that they are stepping into a deadly trap.
As the relentless countdown nears zero, Roy must outsmart an invisible enemy and protect his loved ones before their time finally runs out . . .
It’s great to be back with Peter James for his 22nd Roy Grace novel, a series I’ve been reading since the third novel. You might think that he’s explored all that Brighton and Hove Major Crime Unit could offer. This one starts with a phone call from a contact at the Royal Courteney Hotel who noticed something ‘off’ about a couple who were checking in. The doorman noticed that the woman had a suitcase far too large for one night and the man didn’t want his bag touched, insisting on carrying it himself. Even stranger, they were offered an upgrade when checking in and didn’t take it. This guest insisted on a specific room number, a perfectly nice room but definitely not the suite they were offered. It’s Pride weekend in Brighton and the hotel will be packed so Grace sends Norman Potting to check things out, but inexplicably and despite not drinking he finds himself feeling woozy and being pulled into a dance in one of the function rooms. Soon he’s being whirled around and as he collapses to the floor he sees the face of the Chief Constable looking down at him before oblivion. What were the couple doing and where do they disappear to? Leaving a completely immaculate room as if they’ve never been there. Grace is baffled and when they receive a call from a waste management company about a severed human leg they wonder if the two might be linked? Grace wants this wrapped up as quickly as possible, his mind immediately drawn to the Grand Hotel further along the seafront and the IRA bomb targeting Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and her cabinet who were staying for the Conservative Party’s 1984 conference. On a personal note, his wife Cleo has a book event at the hotel coming up and they’ve planned a stay at the hotel for some much needed alone time. Could this be personal?
They must step up security for Pride but also find out who is missing a leg with a peacock feather tattoo. As always we’re taken into this crime through Roy and his team, but the author also adds other points of view. In this case we know exactly who checked into the Royal Courtney and what happened while they were there. Their perspective really added to the tension because we know their method and motive, whereas Roy is going in blind. Peter James finds ingenious ways to bring the reader information they wouldn’t normally have – one section takes us into the world of the hotel’s maintenance manager whose OCD nature identifies an anomaly on the same floor as the guests. He’s on his final walk through before taking a holiday in Cornwall but must leave a note for this to be checked, then his attention is diverted by a broken pump in the swimming pool’s heating system and diverts back to his workshop knowing this is going to be a long job. Now we’re really on tenterhooks. Could that message have made a difference? Another scene I loved was simply Roy Grace walking his dogs on the remote lane by the cottage late night, contemplating how much he enjoys his life with Cleo and the simple joys of a quiet walk in nature. While Roy enjoys the night sky we know someone is watching. That tension between Roy’s ease and happiness and the motives of the watcher starts to take hold as you read.
There’s an eccentric old lady living in the Royal Courteney permanently and according to her grown up children, squandering their inheritance. They are trying everything to make sure they’re in the will and are considering applying for Enduring Power of Attorney so they can make her financial decisions. After visiting a rather unscrupulous lawyer they decide to make it look like she’s got dementia, by hiding things and doctoring her favourite chocolates with sedatives to prove it. They’ll be holding a private dinner in the smaller function room on the same night as Cleo’s book event, but what’s their part in all this? They are the most deliciously awful people, spoiled and talking about their mother’s money as if it were theirs already. We hear from everybody in the moment, making this feel urgent and immediate from the beginning, even more so as time is ticking and the team are looking at possible links between the mystery hotel guest, a dodgy skip hire company and Albanian gangsters. But will the pieces come together in time? With an action packed final few chapters this really is on form, focused very much on the case and showing how lives often depend on chance and opportunity. The only thing I missed was reading the dressing down Norman Potts must have had from the Chief Constable. This is another great addition to the Roy Grace canon from Peter James.
Meet the Author
Peter James is loved by crime and thriller fans for his fast-paced page-turners full of unexpected plot twists, sinister characters, and accurate portrayal of modern day policing, he has won over 40 awards for his work including the WHSmith Best Crime Author of All Time Award and Crime Writers’ Association Diamond Dagger. In 2024, it was announced that he is the creator of Her Majesty Queen Camilla’s favourite fictional detective.
To date, Peter has written an impressive total of 21 Sunday Times No. 1s, sold over 24 million copies worldwide and been translated into 38 languages. ITV’s primetime adaptation of the Grace novels, starring John Simm, continues to delight audiences with significant ratings growth, and series seven is currently in production. On stage seven of Peter’s Grace novels have been adapted as plays, earning his work the reputation of being the most successful stage franchise since Agatha Christie.
In 2026, Peter was awarded the Order of the British Empire (OBE) in His Majesty The King’s Birthday Honours List, in recognition of his services to literature and to charity. Peter is a supporter of many of charities reflecting his concerns and interests, including as Co-Patron of the Sussex Police Charitable Trust; as a Patron of the RSPCA and the Samaritans; and as an ambassador for The Reading Agency and for the National Year of Reading 2026, among many others.
Lina and June’s friendship shouldn’t make sense. June has her future planned to a T; Lina takes life day by day, party by party. June’s dreams are colour-coded and neatly filed, while Lina’s are even too big for New York City, where she and June are university students. But after a messy night out throws the two girls together, it seems like nothing can tear them apart. Until June’s health takes an unexpected turn for the worse. Until Lina jets off to Paris, leaving her best friend behind.
As Lina and June’s once-intertwined lives veer off on separate paths, they’re on their own to figure out how to fix their severed bond.
Soulmates are meant to be forever. But when yours is your best friend, is the heartbreak of losing them too big to patch?
If you’ve ever lost a friend, if you’ve ever missed a friend, or if you’ve ever been a friend – you were meant to find this book.
Female friendship is a fierce, steadfast form of love that I couldn’t have survived my life without so I’m always drawn to books about friendship like this one. I truly loved the way it developed from having a charming North American ‘Gilmore Girls’ style to a serious and complicated tale of enduring friendship. It echoed the journey of two women who meet at college, but take their friendship beyond that and into real life when jobs, opportunities and relationships pull our main characters into different directions. I identified strongly with this because I’ve moved away and come back to my home county, had different romantic relationships and long term illness that stretches friendships. My friends were also negotiating milestones like falling in love, following their career dreams and having children – probably the most life changing experience of all. All of this eats into our time and means we have to make a conscious effort to keep our friendships going. It’s about accepting time apart, celebrating each other’s milestones but still being there when things fall apart. The last part has been very important for me and my friends because we’ve faced serious illness, infertility and bereavement on my end and motherhood, loss and growing careers on theirs. Those friendships that have survived the push and pull of constant change are worth their weight in gold. One of my longest friendships started with a fall up the stairs of a theatre in front of a whole audience and Lina meets June in an equally awkward setting. At a college party, June finds Lina drunk and vulnerable, so she gets her out of the party and decides to take her back to her own rooms where she can look after her overnight.
The girls are very different. June is the older one, in her second year at college and is definitely the more measured and sensible of the pair. Lina is walking chaos! She’s able to fully immerse herself in whatever the moment brings which makes her a joy to be with, but the downside is she forgets everything else thats happening in her life. She loses herself in the latest romance, career opportunity or trip abroad, but isn’t great at the steady work that goes into making relationships and opportunities succeed. June is the opposite, having a more steady temperament and willing to put a lot of work in to achieve what she wants. We see the difference in small gestures like Lina’s idea of filling June’s space with sunflowers, her favourites. She sees it as a celebration of their friendship and will show her friend how much she appreciates her. However, June doesn’t like surprises and feels like her space has been invaded. At first she seems a bit ungrateful but she does realise what Lina is trying to convey and lets her know that she does appreciate her friend’s efforts. This is the give and take of any longer term relationship and their differences can complement and encourage each other – Lina could pick up June’s organisational skills and work ethic while June could learn to be more present in the moment and to prioritise what she enjoys in life as much as work. We can see how well they work together as they prepare a Thanksgiving meal, each one bringing their skills to the table. However, there’s also a more destructive dynamic at play though. It’s clear from the beginning that June has a mothering instinct and it comes out in the way she rescues Lina. The problem is Lina needs a lot of rescuing and doesn’t seem to learn from one situation before jumping into another. What happens when the rescuer in this dynamic can no longer rescue, or becomes the one who needs help?
This could have been a light,easy novel filled with autumn days, cozy girl’s nights in NYC, croissants at Balthazar’s and the romance of Paris. It has all that on the surface, but underneath are some tough subjects some of which I have experience with. When June’s health took a turn for the worst I was reminded of those friends who kept me close, those who struggled with the news and those who disappeared. It can be hard to accept the new version of yourself, but even harder to explain it to others. When June feels like she’s always having to comfort others and ensure they don’t feel awkward I understood. All you need is support and practical help, but you wind up dealing with their emotions about your illness. She finds a support group and meets people experiencing illness too. I really appreciated how the author wrote about June wanting to feel like a regular young woman again. To not have to rely on those she loves but just enjoy them. To have more choices:
“They were in different worlds now – one expanding, one tightening – and though neither of them could name it, the space between those worlds was starting to grow.”
The author brings these characters to light with all their faults, plus she gives us some background by bringing in their parents. This gives us hints of how the girls have grown-up and perhaps some clues as to why they have the dynamic they do. All of this comes at the wrong time for Lina who has just planned her return to Paris with a job teaching English. What decision will she make? This novel is by turns cozy, hopeful and emotionally powerful. If you love stories of female friendship and what a gift it is, then this is for you or your bestie.
Out Thursday 10th December from Aria Books
Meet the Author
Genevieve Wheeler is an American writer and communications director. Her bylines have appeared in publications including Cosmopolitan, Vice, Vogue Business, Teen Vogue, Elite Daily, and PopSugar, and her work and words have been cited in The New York Times, Vox, the BBC World Service, Cheddar News, Jezebel, and beyond. She holds an M.A. in marketing communications from the University of Westminster in London and a B.S. in advertising from Boston University. She’s currently based in London. Adelaide is her debut novel.
Not getting enough sleep, doomscrolling on your phone, and feeling acid anxiety every time you watch the news? You’re not alone. One morning, Caitlin Moran lay in bed and realised: she had finally reached Peak Despair. The point where, in books and movies, the heroine decides to move to a remote farmhouse, walk an ancient, 600-mile pathway, or adopt a baby hare. The moment where someone goes on a quest to find … hope.
But this – this is not that kind of book. Caitlin tried – but it turns out remote Welsh farmhouses are really expensive. No-one with a job can walk 600 miles. And it’s incredibly hard to get access to baby hares in Crouch End.
And so, Caitlin decides instead to go on a domestic quest. To see if you can stay in the same house, in the same neighbourhood, but feel better about the frantic modern world by trying to make better days. Leaving social media, eschewing 24/7 news for local newspapers, sitting on buses without headphones, and listening to what people are really saying. Picking litter, donating blood, rewilding a garden, and the hardest thing of all – learning to fall back in love with the world again.
I would imagine that I’m not the only one who has lost sleep over the state of the world at the moment, or turned off the news for fear of launching a brick at the screen. Back in the 1980s my grandad would converse with the television, usually with hastily put together child friendly swear words – ‘suffering night’ was a favourite. I used to think it must be hard to find a level of rage that made you swear and argue with a tv screen but then I turned fifty and the floodgates opened! Now rarely a day goes by where I’m not exclaiming ‘What the fuck?’ Or telling someone to fuck the fuck off. At least my grandad only had Thatcher to rail against, I have Musk, Farage, Trump, Bannon, Hegseth, Zuckerberg, Fox, Robinson, Truss, Jenrick, Anderson, Yusuf, Tate… etc. Our county has a Reform council and mayor. The list feels endless so it’s no surprise that I have a daily conversation with tv, radio and every one of the social media sites, particularly X (stupid name) which is an absolute cess pit of hatred and bile. I worry about the future all the time and tonight I’m writing this after a very trying day as I’m still wide awake at 4am. Food prices are rising, so is fuel and the level of hate towards people with disabilities and anyone else marked out as different has started to affect me. I can’t always get my prescribed drugs since Brexit. I can’t afford to go out as much and some experiences like theatre and gigs are becoming unaffordable. The government are telling us to prepare for disruption so I’m stockpiling candles, loo roll, tinned and long life food as if we’re on a war footing. I can’t get to my own GP. My personal details have been hacked to such an extent that I had three different bank cards this year and I don’t know if my money is safe. It feels like we’re in the second episode of the brilliant series Years and Years where the banks crash and AI has taken most of our jobs. It feels like everything is in flux and if you haven’t noticed it’s because you’re on beta-blockers or you’re not paying attention.
Into this maelstrom of disaster and anxiety comes the wise counsel of Caitlin Moran, a writer I’ve followed since her years at NME. I loved her book How to be a Woman and her novel about her time as a music journalist. She’s honest, warm, funny but wise too, characteristics that are in abundance in this new guide to all of the above. Set in clear individual chapters, she gives us a roadmap out of the sleepless nights and pointless arguing with fascists on social media. It’s a brisk walk through middle aged life starting with a crisis over the state of the world. She decides that the only way to be happy is to create her very own Eden in the Welsh hills – a dilapidated farmhouse with several acres for hens, wildflower meadows and a buffer against the world. It’s months before the realisation comes that the house needs raising to the ground then rebuilding, they don’t have the necessary skills or enough money to pay someone else. After a period of mourning, Moran reevaluates and decides she will have to create a happier life where she is, near a tube station and with a world’s supply of Red Bull cans sticking out of her hedge. In fact her first task is to stop saying ‘someone should do something about this’ and just get on and do it. She starts by tidying her garden, the hedge and the path outside, but her endeavours reach the local park where people just dump their unwanted crap next to the recycling bins, instead of in them. Slowly she notices other people tidying their front yard and the pavement outside, the road starts to look smarter and the rubbish gathers more slowly.
The chapters that most resonated with me were those on the ‘uni-cause’ and social media. Don’t be an activist she tells us, relating a story about an acquaintance who has fallen down the rabbit hole of X and become gripped by the ‘uni-cause’ – performative outrage or emotion over one issue. We all know someone this has happened to and it is no different to radicalisation. She cites how this person has become obsessed with the plight of the Palestinians, a good cause to raise awareness about until it becomes all they do online. They start to share their cause with friends, especially those with a lot of followers asking them to retweet their posts. If they don’t, he then follows it up with entreaties to ‘not look away’ and berates those who haven’t supported his viewpoint, concluding that if they’re not on his side they’re an enemy. As people like this are drawn further in, their relationships start to suffer, family gatherings become bad tempered, they stop talking to people with an opposing viewpoint and see everything in binary rather than the multitude of grey shades in between. Why are we actively making ourselves miserable? Especially when we know that these algorithms work to narrow down our interests – so if we argue on a post about immigration, you’re suddenly inundated with the latest news from Reform, right wing commentators and more outrage. It’s like stoking the fire. Moran gives sensible advice on the input – limit the time you spend online, retrain your algorithm by watching nothing but cats, don’t read the news or reactions to it and instead read the papers at the weekend. If someone you know is depressed or incensed by a specific cause she gives them a limited time to speak then tells them to find a charity, a petition, a march or someone to write to about the issue. In this way you get involved and become part of the solution rather than wallowing morbidly in the slurry of other people’s opinions. I’m trying to apply this with my own family and it does help. Moran often finds that an issue that seemed disastrous on Monday has gone away by the weekend anyway, or at the very least a few world leaders are promising a summit about it.
Another great tip is having an awareness of how animals act at different times of the year and even each day. Her cockapoo gets up in the morning, goes into the garden and stretches. She sniffs her territory and welcomes the day, instead of languishing in bed or hunched over a screen, taking in an avalanche of bad news and faux outrage. It sounds obvious but just being present in whatever you’re doing is key with this. You can walk the dog on the same path every day, not taking anything in and listening to a podcast or you can take the ear pods out and listen to what’s around you, letting the dog dictate the direction and varying what you see. Walking the dog regularly is something I really struggle with due to my mobility issues but when I can be out in the fresh air I always have a better day. I’m also a big believer in keeping your ears free to hear what’s happening around you and I always carry a notebook so I can jot down snippets of other people’s conversation. It makes us more connected to the world and means we’re doing one thing at once, a more mindful way of living. Also varying what you do according to the season is sensible – if you feel more relaxed and the need to hibernate in winter, then do it, it’s what animals do. It made me think of something I say about holidays. We work hard to afford our holidays but often feel quite blue and stressed as we go back into normal life. I tell clients to think about what they do on holiday that creates the relaxed, happy feelings. Obviously we can’t give up work, family commitments and all of normal life but what made the difference: less screen time? More time outdoors? Quality time with our partner? Having lie-ins? Then try to incorporate a bit of that in everyday life. Me and my husband spent two weeks in Scotland but when we returned he was soon stressed so we talked about what helped his stress levels and it was more time outdoors, having time to fish and spending less time on his cause (anti-fascism) especially online. We realised we need more quiet time, so we’re spending more time with no tv, radio or music. Both of us are calmer.
There’s nothing ground breaking here from a counsellor’s perspective, but it is sensible, effective advice to stave off apathy and try to bring some hope back into life. This is delivered with Moran’s usual honesty, forthrightness and wit. It made me think of a very low point in my life, when I moved into a little barn conversion on my own. I’d not lived alone for very long so it was a real opportunity to get to know myself again, and find what I needed at this point in my life. I went to New York and Venice, spent more time with friends, I picked up my counselling training and became qualified. I went to gigs and started writing again. I helped out at the meditation garden in the village. One of the key things that made me feel ready to face the day was a few lines of Emily Dickinson’s poetry that I had on the chimney breast in my bedroom:
“Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
It was just one small moment of uplift as the day started that made everything else possible. If you’re having a mid-life moment of ‘let’s emigrate’ or ‘shall we move to the seaside and open a zoo?’ maybe go get your hormone levels checked and chat to a counsellor before buying an expensive money pit and uprooting your whole family. Then make tiny little changes to how you spend each day. I promise it will lead to bigger ones and the despair, although we can’t banish at altogether, will definitely improve.
Meet the Author
Caitlin Moran is the eldest of eight children, home educated on a council estate in Woverhampton. She published her first novel at 16 and became a columnist at The Times at 18. She has won Columnist of the Year seven times and has also been named Interviewer and Critic of the Year. Her million-selling groundbreaking feminist memoir How to be a Woman was voted one of the Sunday Times ‘Most Important Books of the Twenty-First Century’.
Caitlin’s other books have also been bestsellers and How to Build a Girlwas made into a film with Beanie Feldstein and Emma Thompson. Her Channel 4 sitcom Raised by Wolves, co-written with her sister Caroline Moran, won a Rose d’Or for Best Sitcom. Her Who’s Who entry lists her interests as ‘cava, eyeliner, hair embiggening, and The Struggle’.
She lives in North London with her husband and two children, and, after following all her own advice, she really is hopeful now.
“In this moment, I pray for time to stop. If I could just stay here, listening to her breathing I would never ask for anything else. In her arms, I’d happily spend forever … but she always lets go.”
When Lucy Westenra met the mysterious vampire, Count Dracula, the world believed she died. But that is the story of men, not the truth.
Lucy was desperate to escape her life, her betrothal to Lord Holmwood, her forbidden love for Mina and ran away into the night willingly. Her death though, is being threatened by a rogue band of vampire hunters made of Van Helsing, her ex suitors … and her beloved Mina.
She will have to risk everything to finally rest in peace; including the love of her life. In this sapphic reimagining of a classic gothic tale, Lucy rewrites her own story as a master of her own fate, her own desire and her own death.
I have always had a bee in my bonnet about Lucy Westenra. I didn’t read Dracula until university in my late twenties but prior to that was spellbound by 1990s it girl/actress Sadie Frost and her depiction of this sexy and sassy Victorian woman with three suitors and a thirst for blood. I felt like she got a raw deal. Especially when Jonathon Harker was seduced by three brides of Dracula, but still got the girl, once he’d rescued her from the Count’s clutches of course. When I read the book in both my first and second years of uni I became more aware of the psychosexual elements in the novel and even did a presentation on Sex and Death in Dracula where I talked about the homoerotic elements of Lucy’s suitors, the tainted blood as a metaphor for disease and how Lucy is trapped by her class, her gender and her sexuality. As a mature student it seemed unexpected and I earned the respect of some neo-goths that day. This is the book I’ve been waiting for and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I felt like it righted a wrong and gave life to a character I enjoyed but who had been written as a walking warning, both to her friend Mina and Victorian readers.
Bee Casey’s Lucy is a delight. She’s beautiful and vivacious, but also intelligent and radical, not afraid of questioning the status quo. Even when it might shock. She mentions that Mina brought her a new piece of clothing called culottes that she felt more free wearing than her usual skirts. She also thinks about the whispering she’s heard of women who seemingly live together, like a married couple. One of them sometimes wears masculine dress like a suit. But these are whispers and she’s never heard of this in Whitby, making the joke that even the Queen can’t imagine such relationships exist. However Lucy knows better and realises people are only viewing sexual pleasure through a male viewpoint and even her own mother has warned her it’s largely disappointing for the woman. She has known the sexual pleasure between two women and she knows she’s in love with her friend Mina. Why can’t they live their lives together, instead of becoming married to the men in their lives? Mina though sees their relationship as girlish experimentation, but something that can’t exist out in the open. When they encounter a strange ship that runs aground in the Whitby harbour, Lucy is mesmerised by it. What follows is like a sickness and those around her are desperately worried for her sanity and her life.
The author has followed the story of Dracula, but writes from Lucy’s perspective with letters bringing other events into the story, such as Jonathon Harker’s visit to the Carpathian Mountains. This keeps everything focused on our heroine. Her nocturnal wanderings and nightmares are viewed as possible hysteria because rest is advised to start with. What they don’t know is that Lucy encountered an unusual woman called Mercy near the abbey and is seduced. Mercy relates the life of a vampire and describes her two ‘sisters’ and the Count as a family. She describes the eternal life of the undead, the freedoms and pleasures of living outside society and it’s easy to see why this would be attractive to Lucy who often bemoans having to choose one person to spend her life with and the expectation that it will be a man and marriage.
“Why I cannot just keep them all. Why do we have to deal with the trappings and expectations of modern marriage. Why must I choose one partner when the world is so large, when people are so complex […] Why must possibility be sacrificed in the name of propriety”.
She likens herself to the mythical examples of Penelope and Persephone. Penelope weaving and waiting for Odysseus to return, keeps delaying suitors in a strategy they don’t even recognise, something Lucy calls a ‘quiet rebellion’. When considering a life and death like Mercy’s she thinks of Persephone living half her life in society and half in Hades. Can there be such a compromise for her? It’s telling to me that Quincey is the only one of her suitors who reads the female authors she suggests and he’s also the first to offer up his blood when Van Helsing insists on a transfusion. He was also the first to propose. He seemed like the better choice to me but as she points out she has a choice but no freedom – “an illusion of free will”. She’s also intelligent enough to realise that the others proposed because Quincey did, more enthralled in the competition with each other than marriage to the real her. She considers whether she’s scared of dying to become undead and ponders that even her name would be erased if she married her choice – Holmwood. Even her gravestone would have his name and she would only be remembered as the wife of Holmwood and not her own self. Of course at first she has no idea what Van Helsing has in store for her interred body. This is a brutal scene in Dracula as all three of her suitors drive a stake through her heart and cut off her head. It feels like a punishment for resisting them and with the phallic stake it also has a corrective element too, driving home that this is what men do to women. But as the men talk, thinking her unconscious, she overhears. This would be a second death. How can she avoid such a brutal fate?
This novel is filled with a tension that comes from us knowing the source material and Lucy’s fate, where as readers we should be glad she has been restored to eternal life by her suitors desecrating her body. I was desperate for there to be a different ending here. The joyous moments happen when she and Mina are together and Lucy truly does light up when she’s around. I was absolutely desperate for a happy ending! This book clearly comes from a love of the Gothic classic, but a frustration with Lucy’s lack of agency and voice throughout. This novel elevates her character beyond the moral warning she becomes in Bram Stoker’s hands. It repositions her as a radical thinker, passionate lover and a critic of the male dominated society she’s brought up in. Exactly where Lucy should be. I’ll leave the final words on men to her.
They ‘have always revealed themselves to be a disappointment, to have some ulterior motive, to enjoy the chase of me, then upon realising my excitement and whimsy is not just an act of seduction attempt to put out the fires of my passion and sedate me to becoming an acceptable bride”.
Out now on Kindle and paperback
Meet the Author
Bee Casey is a writer, book reviewer, copy editor but above all – a book lover. They describe themselves as genre-fluid, because they write whatever inspires them; whether it’s horror, poetry, fantasy or romance. They wrote their first ‘novel’ when they were eight years old, the exciting tales of Desmond the Bear (written in beautiful purple crayon and unfortunately lost to time). They have released two novellas, What If and Constellations, and a poetry collection, Healing in Reverse, available now from most online retailers and select indie stores. Their next release is set for early 2027. When not writing, they are also a Random Things Tours reviewer too!
Mrs Danowski – known as Danni – is the housekeeper of a grand mansion on the wild coast of Cornwall. When glamorous young writer Daphne du Maurier visits Manderville Hall to research her new novel, she and Danni are drawn into a clandestine and intoxicating affair.
For Danni, it is an all-consuming love; for Daphne a submission to long-suppressed desires. But their fragile secret is vulnerable to prying eyes and destined for heartbreak. When Daphne’s novel launches to triumphant success, Danni is distraught to find herself transformed into a malign and jealous character on the page. She seeks respite from the hurt by telling her own story: The Housekeeper.
I remember my mum first showing me the 1940 Alfred Hitchcock film adaptation of Rebecca, the novel by Daphne du Maurier and I have loved it ever since. Of course as an adolescent girl I thought this was a romance and missed most of the complex psychology between the characters and their insignificance next to the overwhelming presence of Max de Winter’s dead wife Rebecca. She’s in the diary in the morning room, on the stationery, the bed linen and in the sheer and fragile nightgown still laid out on her bed in the wing overlooking her beloved sea. So significant is her ghost that Max’s new and unprepared young bride doesn’t even have a name. One thing that always stayed with me though was the pale and haunting face of the housekeeper, Mrs Danvers. Beautifully played by Judith Anderson in her severe black dress, she seemingly floats quietly through the house always catching out his new bride who is inept and deeply self-conscious. She doesn’t have the upbringing or self-assurance to assert her own opinions and ideas for how they live at Manderley, simply acquiescing to the status quo and Mrs Danvers lead. We never know whether she means harm or is simply devoted to her dead mistress, a relationship that as I got older took on a different meaning – the display of the sheer nightgown, the way Rebecca told Danni of her sexual exploits and how she talks about touching Rebecca’s hair all have a sapphic undertone I didn’t see when I was young. It remains one of my favourite books and films to this day, so knowing there was a novel inspired by Rebecca was really exciting and this book didn’t disappoint.
Judith Butler and Joan Fontaine in Alfred Hitchcock’s Rebecca 1940
Rose Tremain takes everything we know from Rebecca and gives the novel an origin story. At Lord Grenville- Whithers’s house, set on the Cornish coast, we meet Mrs Danowski, the housekeeper of Manderville. Danni, as she is known, worked for Grenville’s wife who recently died. She’s protective of her employer who was so shocked by his wife’s untimely death he suffered a small stroke. Along with the other servants Danni runs a tight ship and still keeps her mistress’s things in her part of the house. Her quiet and regimented world is blown apart when the novelist Daphne du Maurier visits the house. She falls in love with its position on the cliffs near Fowey, where she lives at Ferryside. She tells Lord Grenville that she is struggling to write in their family home always interrupted by the children and the servants. She asks if she can use the small boating shed in the cove for a writing place. He agrees that she can come and go as she pleases and orders Dani to make sure the place is ready for Daphne’s visits. It’s soon clear that there is more to Daphne’s request than meets the eye. An intoxicating pull of desire exists between the two women and as Daphne confides, there are times when the boy inside her needs to come out. As they embark on this passionate and dangerous affair change is in the air. The possibility of war looms and closer to home Grenville- Whithers is thinking about the future and where to bestow Manderville if he should die. He’s considering his niece Adelaide, a loud and careless girl who has no experience running a big house. The servants are feeling restless and start looking at other options for their future. Suddenly the place Danni felt safe and stable is in flux and she’s living life on a dangerous edge again.
The confrontation at the ball
I loved how the author incorporated Rebecca into the novel, so that her whole story becomes the reason for its creation. Mrs Danvers becomes the repository of Daphne’s passion and ‘perverted’ nature. She makes Danni into this evil and obsessive woman to excuse her own behaviour. Then there’s Rebecca and the second Mrs de Winter who function as two sides to Daphne’s character: the social butterfly with insatiable passions and the inept and inexperienced mistress of the house.
“What I see in this character is Daphne’s horror of her own nature.’
As well as using the boat house in the cove for her novel, Daphne incorporates the ball thrown by Grenville- Whithers at Manderville as the scene of the young wife’s disastrous choice of costume, encouraged by the housekeeper to drive a wedge between them. This is the unforgettable night where Mrs Danvers takes the young wife into Rebecca’s bedroom and shows her Rebecca’s alluring sheer nightgown and how she would confide her sexual exploits. It’s where I first realised the depths of her obsession with her mistress, she’s almost living vicariously through Rebecca and getting an erotic thrill from her sexual conquests. Rose Tremain uses the ball as a catalyst for change too. It’s the moment where Manderville’s future is decided and where a decision is made about Daphne and Danni’s relationship. Danni has to look at herself in the mirror at times to see whether the woman she sees in the glass is who she expects or if she’s become the woman immortalised in Daphne’s new book. She replays parts of her upbringing in Poland in her mind, the terrible rise of hate against Jewish families like hers and being ostracised at school. Even though the memories are painful she uses them to reaffirm who she is, Mrs Danowski born in Kalinskiego Street now housekeeper of Manderville Hall with the attention to detail and quiet deference the position requires. Overriding the memories of Daphne and her naked in the boathouse giving in to their desires.
“The more she is made guilty by these feelings, the more terrible she must make me in her story.”
I enjoyed the two subplots about two younger servants called Roly and Florence and around Dani’s dressmaking. Roly wants to get ahead and dreams of opening a tobacco and sweet shop. Danni supports the young couple and is willing to help them set up, but is horrified when Roly goes to extreme lengths to secure what he wants. She feels an affinity with a young woman called Emerald, brought along to Danni by her mother because they are finding it impossible to buy a wedding dress that suits her. Danni gets the sense that Emerald isn’t looking forward to her wedding, but sets to work creating a dress that’s simple but cut beautifully to suit her fuller figure. When Danni gets the chance to talk to Emerald alone, she confides in her about the real love of her life. Danni’s thwarted feelings for Daphne drive her to help Emerald live the life she wants, on her own terms.
The pace of the novel is perfect, slow and languorous at first with moments of intense and hurried desire. My heart raced at times, terrified they would be found out. There was a constantly ticking clock in my mind, waiting for the moment everything would change. The author’s representation of Daphne du Maurier feels genuine, even to someone who has read a lot about her background and life at Menabilly – her very own Manderley near Fowey. It’s easy to see aspects of Rebecca and the second Mrs de Winter in her character and behaviour, but also Daphne herself. It was interesting to imagine Danni beyond the Hitchcock film’s representation of Mrs Danvers. Instead of the austere and ghostly housekeeper we see a woman in moments of abandonment, with her hair down her back and nothing but a fur coat on, the object of Daphne’s desire. A desire she’s so ashamed of she makes her lover evil in print then burns her to death. I must mention the stunning cover of this book too, a wonderfully stylised Art Deco representation of the housekeeper, perhaps peering from her dead mistress’s window to the sea below. It’s stylish and immediately takes us to the East Wing of Manderley where the housekeeper is stood as a boat runs aground bringing disaster for Maxim de Winter. Most exciting is the news that Rose Tremain has also written a screenplay to turn the novel into a film. Now in post production this is a Richard Eyre film with Anthony Hopkins as Grenville and Outlander’s Catriona Balfe as Danni. I’m really looking forward to seeing this and I’ll be placing this book pride of place in my collection of books I inspired by Rebecca and Jane Eyre.
Once upon a time, women were drowned in the river and the only witnesses were the crows in the trees. The Puritans blamed Eve for the sins of the world. That was when we began to meet in the name of Lilith, Adam’s first wife―banished for refusing to do as she was told.
We Fly Together…
By the 1950s, Cambridge, Massachusetts feels far removed from the legendary witch trials that marked its early days as a colony. Ava, a bright young woman from a small town in Maine, arrives for her first year at Radcliffe College. There, she meets Lauren, her opposite in every way―the wild and brazen daughter of a wealthy and well-established Cambridge family. But the two have more in common than they think. Both are recruited by the Lilith Society, a secret organization of witches at Radcliffe dating back to colonial times. As they learn more about their legacy, Ava and Lauren form a close bond that is put to the test as they learn to navigate their new power, friendship, and love.
While Radcliffe seems like a safe haven, the shadow of McCarthyism looms large, an ever-present threat to the flourishing creative and intellectual life in Cambridge. And as girls from the Lilith Society begin to go missing, Ava and Lauren realize the witch trials of the past may not be as deeply buried as they once believed.
What a perfect read for cozy autumn months! Alice Hoffman’s latest novel is on the surface a fantasy – a magical battle between the female witches of Lilith House at Radcliffe and the male witch hunters of the founding families responsible for Yale and Harvard. Within this battle we have two friends, Ava and Lauren, as well as a love story between Ava and Jamie Mather that isn’t just a mismatch of class, but a clash of witch and a family of hunters. Underneath these magical and romantic stories is a much darker tale about history repeating itself, one that is incredibly brave when in real life it feels like we’re about to reach the peak of that repetitive cycle. Our first storyline is narrated by Ava and Lauren, invited to join the sorority at Lillith House, a house paid for by its alumni that takes on two freshmen a year but only those with particular skills. Lauren is aware of her heritage and skills, but for Ava it’s a revelation and something to explore. She finds her skills come naturally as she finds her familiar, a grey wolf called Jack, and when her emotions are heightened as she meets Jamie Mather – a legacy student with a pedigree that goes back to the founding families of Massachusetts. Then we delve into the past to look at the formation of these Ivy League universities but also the Mather’s family business of witch hunting. Hoffman’s unique narrative voice weaves a spell around you with her layered imagery and I found myself completely absorbed.
There are two paths a witch can take. There’s the kind of witch who provides love spells and helps the women in their town who queue up for herbal remedies that give them choice about their bodies and tonics for women’s ailments. The other path is the crooked or ‘left-handed’ path, the magic of control, domination, power and anger. I felt for Lauren, who is tempted by the power of the crooked path and the desire she feels for one of their university tutors who researches the anthropology of magic. However, she is offered a different direction when she meets an unusual young man called Carrick who is a tattooist. Lauren wants her body covered with magical words, but she can sense that she and Carrick have a connection. Could she leave the crooked path behind her and instead fall in love with this man? She knows from bitter experience though, that love brings vulnerability and the possibility of being hurt. Or will she choose the path that gives her power and control, but also the ability to deeply hurt the ones she loves? I had empathy for Lauren, but was drawn in by Ava’s loyalty, bravery and willingness to go it alone. Her connection with her dog Jack is touching and incredibly endearing. Her love for Jamie will put her directly in the path of an historic enemy: the Mather family. When she visits for Thanksgiving she has to borrow clothes from Lauren as she knows there is nothing in her wardrobe that would fit into his world. It doesn’t work and she finds the hostility towards her almost overwhelming. Mrs Mather is aware that her youngest son is different to his brothers, more sensitive and emotionally aware but also born with a sixth finger, now removed, that betrays his real identity and skills. She watches her husband belittle Jamie and his brothers follow suit until he walks out. She can see something in Ava, she has an ability to truly understand Jamie and accept him for all of who he is.
It is Ava who takes us back in time through the diary of the very first witch of Cambridge, another woman battling the Mathers family. This account takes us back to the persecution of witches and a history of ‘lost women’ made up of those who were accused but innocent and those who were skilled in magic, all of whom were drowned, burned or hanged. This history is about men who wanted to control, not just women but the means of treating ailments and illnesses. Their evidence was flimsy and flawed, now it’s clear that what were taken as signs of witchcraft could be explained. Crop failure could have been fungi or rot and ergot poisoning could produce vivid hallucinations in humans who must have thought themselves enchanted in some way. The signs were women who lived alone, supported themselves, had a sixth finger or an animal companion, or wore red boots. When I read that description I realised it was all about control and fear of women who did not need men. Nothing here has changed, except instead of red boots it’s a comedian on a popular Saturday night show complaining that the women at his gym dress like whores. Or an evangelical preacher warning his female congregation about the evils of gossip and groups of them meeting together, because if they meet together they might talk and compare notes on what men are doing. It’s a president of the United States telling a female journalist that she doesn’t smile enough or calling her ‘piggy piggy.” Misogyny runs deep in society and as Hoffman observes “what men don’t understand they seek to destroy”.
In the current context of US book bans, Hoffman uses a magical story to underline those policies that set out to control women, to keep them at home, pregnant and under their husbands. The US government believe this to such an extent that they will seek legal advice to keep a brain dead woman alive on machines as an incubator for a baby that was eventually born with profound disabilities – because unsurprisingly a dead body isn’t the best host for a pregnancy. In her past narrative she explores the Puritan settlers of North- East America, their treatment of the indigenous people who lived on the land and the women accused of witchcraft. In the 1950s narrative she explores McCarthyism and how it sought out traitors and communists, particularly focusing on the entertainment industry and the liberal arts communities. The most famous example is Arthur Miller who wrote The Crucible about the witch hunt of Salem, as an allegory of Senator McCarthy’s committees and blacklists. Other victims were Dorothy Parker, Dashiell Hammett and Dalton Trumbo who won an Academy Award under a pseudonym. There were also investigations dubbed the Lavender Scare that sought out homosexuals employed by the federal government, represented in the novel by Lauren’s brother Lionel and his relationship with a local detective. We’re right now in a phase of black- listing writers and novels that centre on abortion, gun massacres, transgender characters, racism and homosexuality. Similarly there’s a war on DEI, where right wing politicians and governments are actively removing DEI hiring policies in universities and any federal employment. I have often been interviewed due to DEI policy, but all it guarantees is, if you have the right qualifications and experience, you get an interview – providing equality where a candidate might be overlooked because of their race, sexuality or disability. This has been re-packaged by Trump and right wing politicians in this country as not giving the job to the best candidate and awarding it to the token candidate instead. Only this week Channel 4 showed a documentary called The Experiment and it found that if Nazi policies on disability are re-packaged and presented to the public they will accept them, even to the extent of institutionalising all disabled people and stopping their benefits. We often ask how did people stand by and allow the Holocaust to happen, so I think Hoffman is brave to write a book that reminds us this history can repeat itself over and over.
I loved how the first witch warns that this type of persecution has never gone away, particularly against women. She defines real witches as those who try not to be noticed, who stay away from men and align themselves with nature. I also enjoyed her philosophy of life as the chapters of a book, for life to have balance it must have seasons of joy and seasons of sadness. The strength of female friendship is the strongest theme in the book and I loved Ava and Lauren’s friendship, hoping it would endure everything that threatens it, from falling in love, to left-handed magic and serious betrayal. She captures beautifully how women know instinctively when their friend is in trouble and how loyal those bonds are, even after long periods of being apart. I have those friendships that have endured, a couple of them that have even reached the forty year point, way beyond any relationship I’ve had with a man. Even when life takes us in different directions I know that if I called they would be there for me because they’ve seen me through so much. The magical darkness that envelops Lauren is thrilling when read as a magical fantasy, but takes on greater resonance if we think of it as the influence of an abusive older man preying on one of his students. I so wanted Ava to bring her back just as my friends have got me through bereavement, illness and other dark seasons of my life. Magic is strong but female friendship is the strongest magic of all. Hoffman’s writing is as dream-like and beautifully lyrical as ever. From a writing therapy perspective what I loved most that Hoffman acknowledged the power in the act of writing whether it’s a grimoire, a letter or a daily journal.
“Writing is the antidote to sorrow and the first step of magic.”
Meet the Author
Alice Hoffman was born in New York City on March 16, 1952, and grew up on Long Island. After graduating from high school in 1969, she attended Adelphi University, from which she received a BA, and then received a Mirrellees Fellowship to the Stanford University Creative Writing Center, which she attended in 1973 and 74, receiving an MA in creative writing. She holds an MA from the Harvard Divinity School and is currently a fellow at the Harvard Divinity School. She lives outside of Boston. Hoffman’s first novel, Property Of, was written at the age of twenty-one, while she was studying at Stanford, and published shortly thereafter by Farrar Straus and Giroux. She credits her mentor, professor and writer Albert J. Guerard, and his wife, the writer Maclin Bocock Guerard, for helping her to publish her first short story in the magazine Fiction. Editor Ted Solotaroff then contacted her to ask if she had a novel, at which point she quickly began to write what was to become Property Of, a section of which was published in Mr. Solotaroff’s magazine, American Review.
Since that remarkable beginning, Alice Hoffman has become one of the most distinguished novelists. She has published over thirty novels, three books of short fiction, and eight books for children and young adults. Her novel, Here on Earth, an Oprah’s Book Club choice, was a modern reworking of some of the themes of Emily Bronte’s masterpiece Wuthering Heights. Practical Magic was made into a Warner Brothers film starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman. Her novel, At Risk, which concerns a family dealing with AIDS, can be found on the reading lists of many universities, colleges and secondary schools. Hoffman’s advance from Local Girls, a collection of inter-related fictions about love and loss on Long Island, was donated to help create the Hoffman Breast Center at Mt. Auburn Hospital in Cambridge, MA. Hoffman has written a number of novels for young adults, including Aquamarine, Green Angel, and Green Witch. In 2007 Little Brown published the teen novel Incantation, a story about hidden Jews during the Spanish Inquisition, which Publishers Weekly chose as one of the best books of the year.
Hoffman’s work has been published in more than twenty translations and more than one hundred foreign editions. Her novels have received mention as notable books of the year by The New York Times, Entertainment Weekly, The Los Angeles Times, Library Journal, and People Magazine. She has also worked as a screenwriter and is the author of the original screenplay “Independence Day,” a film starring Kathleen Quinlan and Diane Wiest. Her teen novel Aquamarine was made into a film starring Emma Roberts. Her short fiction and non-fiction have appeared in The New York Times, The Boston Globe Magazine, Kenyon Review, The Los Angeles Times, Architectural Digest, Harvard Review, Ploughshares and other magazines. Toni Morrison calls The Dovekeepers “… a major contribution to twenty-first century literature.” The story of the survivors of Masada is considered by many to be Hoffman’s masterpiece. The New York Times bestselling novel was adapted for television in a 2015 miniseries starring Rachel Brosnahan and Cote de Pablo.
Her most recent novels have received many accolades and are New York Times bestsellers. They include The Museum of Extraordinary Things, The Marriage of Opposites,Faithful, The Invisible Hour, and When We Flew Away. Her novel, The Rules of Magic, is the prequel to her cult-classic Practical Magic. It was selected as a LibraryReads and Indie Next List Pick for October 2017, and was one of the Most Anticipated Books on iTunes. Reese Witherspoon picked it as her October 2017 Book Club read, remarking that the “story is full of magic, love, family, heartbreak and redemption.” Set in New York City at the cusp of the sixties, The Rules of Magic is a timeless story that reminds us that the only remedy for being human is to be true to yourself. The World That We Knew, published in 2019, is an exploration of humanity set in France during the Holocaust. Magic Lessons, book three in the Practical Magic series, was published in October 2020, and received praise from The New York Times, Publishers Weekly, The Boston Globe, and was a Book of the Month Top Pick for October. Book four in the Practical Magic series, The Book of Magic, was released in October 2021 and was selected as a Indie Next Pick and a LibraryReads Hall of Fame Pick.
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The Dixon family house was once a crown jewel of the White Mountains. Perched on a cliff with breathtaking views, it promised summer adventures, winter skiing, and family gatherings around a roaring log fire.
Until late one August night, when both parents and their four children vanished, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints, and a mystery that has endured for generations.
Thirty years later, the grand mansion is stirring back to life. For Raquel and Theo Collins, restoring their new home represents a fresh start after a terrible tragedy.
For Amanda Grady, the recently appointed police chief of Shereford, it’s good to see a fresh start for the derelict house. But a new family in the old home can only mean one thing: the past has returned with a vengeance.
When a stray dog arrives and discovers a skeleton on the property, Raquel and Theo face a daunting choice of what to believe, who to trust, and how to survive.
Because in the tiny village of Shereford the time has come. A town, a couple, a cop must all work together to unravel the terrifying events that happened one night thirty years ago, or…
They will all be sorry.
I love that even seven years into blogging about books I can still find authors I’ve never read before and this recommendation came from a fellow book reviewer. My first thought a few chapters in was that the writing had a feel of Stephen King with its small town setting, secrets and horrific things hidden in unexpected places. The remoteness of this community adds to the claustrophobic atmosphere, especially in the final chapters as a storm sets in and cuts them off from outside help with only Chief Grady to defend the residents. There’s also a theme of something malign passed down the generations, but is this an evil that human beings inflict on each other or is it something lurking around this town, something that never dies? The action is focused around a property known as the Dixon House, a house that stayed empty ever since the tragedy from a few decades ago. When Chief Mandy Grady was a little girl and her dad held the role of police chief, the six members of the Dixon family disappeared. It was a confusing scene with various footprints, some of them bloody and others from bare feet. The lack of DNA testing meant finding any answers to the mystery or identifying a possible suspect never happened. The house has since stood empty and has been the site of teenage meet-ups, graffiti art and wild animals taking shelter. Now though the house has new residents, interior designer Raquel and her husband Theo have taken it on as a project. They are an intrepid couple, happy to take risks and with the funds to remodel the home to their own needs. However, they have suffered a personal tragedy before arriving in Maine and when they find an unexpected feature in their grounds with horrifying contents Chief Grady starts to question. Will they still be able to enjoy their new remote lifestyle and settle into Shereford or can a house hold a trauma, dooming every residents to repeat the experience over and over again?
The two main investigators in this mystery are Chief Mandy Grady and new resident Raquel, providing the interesting contrasting perspectives of someone born and bred in Shereford and someone completely new to the area and its residents. For Mandy it is hard to imagine that her father did anything but his best when investigating the Dixon’s disappearance, but she knows how tight knit this community is. Would they tell her if they knew something? Would she believe them? This is the difficult and lonely job of policing your own community, often too close to see things objectively but somehow always an outsider too. These families can trace their ancestors back for generations and have a vested interest in keeping old crimes hidden. Raquel is new enough not to care who she upsets, perhaps not realising that the consequences could be more serious than being snubbed by the neighbours. When she finds a well on their land with a woman’s skeleton buried inside she becomes fascinated with this decades old mystery and whether it’s linked to the Dixon disappearance. When researching in the heritage centre she’s restricted by the hovering of its guardians Betty and Mason, but thinks nothing of stealing a journal from under their noses. As she reads she discovers it’s been written by a local wise woman and midwife, something that links in with the well. Is there a supernatural element here or a witch hunt against a woman simply treating her fellow women? Though it does seem strange that a retriever type dog turned up at the house when they moved in, just like the one that the Dixons took in. It’s as if their house is caught in a time loop, doomed to repeat history every time a new resident moves in. What she finds as she reads Rita’s journal is a suggestion of witchcraft and satanic rituals, something that seems almost unbelievable as she walks around and meets friendly residents, but she knows better than most that proximity isn’t a guarantee of safety.
A huge theme in the book is motherhood, both within the mystery and for Raquel and Theo personally. When smaller bones are found with the woman in the well, Raquel identifies them immediately as infant’s bones. This set off a few alarm bells about her past because it seems to trigger something emotionally. We know she had a difficult childhood but there are secrets she’s keeping from us and from Theo. She agonises over not being good enough for her husband who is described as handsome and comes from a rich and well connected family. He has proven himself loyal to Raquel but are there things he doesn’t know and if so, will their marriage survive? As a couple they’ve gone through pregnancy loss, a devastating experience that can often break a couple apart, yet they’ve survived. Theo has made the decision that he wants to be with Raquel because he loves her, not because of her ability to be a mother. I loved the chapters where this was explored from Raquel’s perspective as she muses on her lost children and as someone who experienced recurrent pregnancy loss it really resonated. She captures the difficult gap between those who only experienced the idea of a baby and the fully formed little person who was a reality to the mother who carried them:
“Did babies have souls? Even the ones who never took a breath, but kicked their precious feet and turned funny little somersaults inside the safety of their mother’s womb […] were they just fragile wisps of what might have been, an idea never fully formed.”
This combination of addictive thriller with real emotional intelligence captured me completely. As days pass and Mandy is driving around the more isolated parts of the community to see if they’re prepared for the coming snow storm, we can see how complex her job is. She’s taking care of these people but also suspicious of some of them. Even while she checks if they have supplies, she’s assessing them and wondering who holds the town’s secrets and who has been actively trying to keep them buried. I found both women brave, forthright and willing to stretch the rules to find the truth. As the storm hits they end up together, chasing down their suspects in an intensely claustrophobic town, completely cut off from any reinforcements or chance at escape. There’s been so much hiding in plain sight, simply needing a different perspective to unlock the truth both literally and figuratively. The twists kept coming and I was astounded by the layers of lies and collusion. Mandy finds herself at the centre of a web of deception woven into a more complicated pattern by each generation that followed in order to preserve reputation and power. I love it when a book grabs my attention so much that I’m choosing to read it rather than turn on the television. I’ve placed this author on the list I keep for second hand bookshops because I definitely want to read more of her work.
Out now from Penguin
Meet the Author
Lisa Gardner started her writing career aged seventeen. Having caught her hair on fire while working in food service, crafting a novel seemed a safer bet. A mere ten years later she became an overnight success with the publication of her first thriller, The Perfect Husband.
Now an internationally bestselling author and winner of the International Thriller Writers Award for best suspense novel, Lisa lives in the mountains of New Hampshire with her family.
When not glued to her computer, she can be found hiking the mountains with her dogs and/or researching new and interesting ways to get away with murder.
Fallowfield Hall: once an avant garde art college, now abandoned and decaying. To journalist Rowan Woodhouse it is the fabled backdrop to her parents’ 1970s love story. But is there more to Fallowfield – and her family – to uncover?
Seeking solace after the loss of her artist-teacher father, Rowan accepts a research project to interview college alumni, hoping this may reveal more about him – and her enigmatic mother who died tragically young.
But Rowan soon discovers that Fallowfield had a darker side than hedonistic student life and idyllic picnics on its famous daffodil lawns. Jealousies, betrayals and rivalries emerge when she learns of the mysterious death of one young woman and the unsolved disappearance of another. As part and present become dangerously intertwined, how will the suspicions sparked by her investigations impact Rowan’s own troubled life?
I was immediately intrigued by this story that uncovers life at a progressive art school called Fallowfield, where journalist Rowan Woodhouse’s parents met in the 1970s. The opportunity to contact alumni from her parent’s years at the college has a personal benefit, to find out more about her parent’s relationship. However, she finds a surprising amount aren’t keen on talking about their student days, with some coming across as rude on her first phone call. Where people do engage with the project the author has cleverly created different perspectives of the same time, showing that while people might be in the same place they haven’t always had the same experience. This is usually because everything in life is experienced through our own filter, formed by our personality traits, learned behaviours, past experiences and general outlook Time also affects memories, causing events to be distorted, bundled together and confused. We each create a narrative of our past, but how do our friends and family see those same events? Previous student Patrick remembers his college days as living in a hazy bubble but recommends she talks to Maksym, a rival of her father’s who might remember it differently. Of course there’s also the possibility that people are lying, bringing a more sinister edge to the story and inspiring Rowan to dig further. Parts of the mystery are only revealed as Rowan uncovers them so we experience her emotions in the moment. It’s a slow- burn read and I enjoyed the chance to really understand the characters and Rowan’s complex emotions as she moves through people’s hazy memories and her father’s memorabilia and sketchbooks.
I thought the passage of time – can it really be over fifty years – played an interesting part, because the world has changed so much in that time. In the same way ideas about childhood developed during the Victorian period and into the 20th Century our views on teenagers and young people has changed. I feel like we’ve extended the protection and care we give to a child to this older age group. We’re more aware that they might need support with decisions and that they’re more open to exploitation. This comes from psychological research but also from the decision to extend school or training to the age of eighteen. Added to that is an extended time living at home for many young people thanks to the cost of living crisis and rising rents. The #MeToo movement has made us more aware of inappropriate relationships and power imbalances so behaviour that was perhaps frowned upon in the late 20th Century is an absolute ‘no no’ for today’s students and tutors. The criminalisation of coercive control and emotional abuse has finally made people realise that intimate partner abuse isn’t just physical and young people are vulnerable to manipulation and grooming. Rowan realises that her father’s romantic stories about how he met her mother Annie at Fallowfield could be viewed differently now. Nick had been a student at the college before returning as a lecturer and as Annie’s tutor he knew their relationship was against the college’s rules but they still continued to see each other. Now her father has died Rowan has been visiting his country cottage as an escape from her London home. She’s surprised to find newspaper articles in her father’s things about a student who went missing and a tutor’s girlfriend from around Fallowfield who was found dead during her parent’s time there. Could these articles contain the big secret behind the alumni’s reluctance to reminisce and what part do her parents play in the events of that time?
I’m fascinated by artists and the art world and I learned a lot about a genre I’d never come across before. Rowan’s father painted within the Good Girl genre – an illustrative style often used for comics, book covers and erotic art. It’s glamorous women in tight or skimpy clothing and had been around for a few decades before Nick was a student. Rowan didn’t seem keen on her father’s style, branding it as trashy although she did listen as he showed her why his women were different from the more exploitative side of the style. I still wondered if there was a link between the representation of women in his art and his behaviour? It’s clear a toxic atmosphere was brewing at the college, an interesting contrast between the idyllic setting at Fallowfield which was a secluded country estate. Not many painters become household names and an atmosphere of determination and competition thrived between this group. It’s clear some will let nothing stand in the way of their success, creating dangerous situations. After the events in the articles and the summer ball Fallowfield was closed suddenly leaving students struggling to find other courses. The governing committee felt the scandal was too great for the college to continue in its current form. Alongside Rowan we’re starting to understand the rather permissive regime at Fallowfield, with drinking, drug-taking and free love. A woman called Zizi is part of the art college’s social scene but lived in a hippy community camping in a nearby field. Is she the one described in the newspapers as the girlfriend of a tutor? Could her father have been seeing this woman at the same time as her mother?
The most fascinating part of the story from a psychological perspective is how her parent’s ‘perfect’ love story seemingly prevented Rowan from forming loving and functional relationships as an adult. She sees Nick and Annie through a romantic lens, mainly due to Nick reinforcing the story throughout her life and after Annie’s death. All families have their own myths and this one was so strong she’s measured every relationship next to it and none have made the grade. She met current boyfriend Doug in a work capacity with Doug providing the photographs to her features on an assignment. It seems that he is often absent and while this is normal for someone who works freelance, when present in body he often isn’t in mind. Rowan seems a bit lost in terms of how he feels and where he sees their relationship going and is reluctant to invite him to her father’s cottage. She cooks him a dinner from scratch before leaving but he’s incredibly late and when she does get in touch he’s tired and wants to stay home, with no apology for wasting her time. I wondered if her feeling that she came second to her mother in her father’s affections had led to her repeating the pattern with emotionally unavailable partners. I found her a little bit childlike in her acceptance of her parent’s great love story. It’s something we often re-evaluate as we get older, especially when we start having our own relationships. As she starts to uncover student stories of drinking, drug-taking and multiple lovers she seems surprised and I wondered what sort of student experience she had because I would have expected it. It’s a jolt for her to realise Nick and Annie weren’t perfectly romantic and had their problems. I wondered whether her mother would have categorised their relationship differently had she lived longer? Rowan has to face that maybe she’d let people go who could have been a great partner. Being performatively romantic like Nick isn’t everyone’s style and verbal, public declarations of love often cover up a multitude of secrets.
The anniversary celebration is to be held at Fallowfield’s original site, now a resort hotel owned by another alumni student. Everyone, apart from her father, will be present in the same place as the events of that final summer. The tension really kicked in at this point and I wondered if Rowan was placing herself in danger. Can this event be the catalyst to breaking through all the confusion and lies to finally see the truth? Through each of these characters we can see a stark contrast between the self- fulfilment of using your artistic talent and the dangerous and competitive scramble towards fame and success. Often incredibly talented people also have huge egos and narcissistic traits, a combination that could become deadly when their ego is bruised. I had so many questions at this point. I was intrigued by sculptor Maksym’s suggestion that he provided a service for Rowan’s father. I wanted to know whether it was true that Nick was seeing other women as well as Annie. Could being at the original college for an event like that final summer ball bring up new memories for the students? Rowan’s research had thrown up some disturbing truths in my mind and I was happy and satisfied by the ending. I wondered how the truth would impact Rowan’s life going forward. I was strongly reminded of the opening to L.P. Hartley’s The Go- Between – ‘the past is a foreign country: they do things differently there’.
Out now from Breakthrough Books
Meet the Author
Nicole Swengley is an author and journalist who has written for the Financial Times, the Telegraph, The Times, Wall Street Journal, London Evening Standard and many other publications. Her short stories have featured in women’s magazines, a crime anthology and themed anthologies from Breakthrough Books. A past student of Faber Academy, one of her stories was shortlisted in a national TV/magazine competition some years ago. Her debut novel, The Portrait Girl, was published in 2024. Fallowfield is her second, standalone, art-and-design inspired mystery.
1917. As the Great War rages on the continent, Everest Macdonald is summoned to her father’s deathbed and entrusted with a final urgent request: she must uncover the truth behind the murder of her uncle, the celebrated Victorian actor William Terriss, a crime that has haunted her family for twenty years.
In 1897, Terriss was stabbed to death outside London’s Adelphi Theatre, a killing that shocked Victorian society. The murderer was swiftly arrested and confined to Broadmoor, the case declared closed. Yet, years later, a sealed package of evidence is passed to Everest by her dying father, which casts doubt on the official verdict and the haste with which it was reached.
Drawn back to wartime London, with her husband and children left behind, Everest begins her investigation, following a trail that leads her into the world of late-Victorian theatre, where fame and fortune mask obsession, envy and cruelty. With time running out and her father’s strength failing, Everest must uncover what really happened on the night Terriss died, and shed light on the unsettling legacy he left behind.
It was amazing to finish this latest book from A.J. West and realise that it is based on a true story! I love this author’s combination of historical detail, a sprinkle of gothic mysticism and a determination to write people back into the history they’ve been removed from. There are moments where it seems impossible that this actually happened! Our story is told through Everest’s perspective as she vows to find out the truth about her Uncle William, murdered at the door of the Adelphi Theatre in 1897. Her intelligence, determination and forthright attitude carry us through her early enquiries and the hiring of a young woman called Clare who she meets on the train. Between her story we are also privy to the diary of Everest’s father TH Lewin from his time as a local dignitary in the Chittagong Hills of India. She also finds the diary of her beloved aunt Isabel Lewin, who married the wayward William and became his partner in his endeavours to be an adventurer abroad. There were a few moments when I became lost as to what time and place I was in because our narrators are so intrepid we visit both the Falkland Islands and Kentucky before William returns to London and a life on the stage.
I loved the way the author brought mysticism into the historical story, especially the sections of William and Thomas’s 19th Century antics in India. His diary felt like the perfect period example of how their story would be told, a boy’s own tale through the lens of the exoticism and orientalism of the time. Thomas appropriates the local culture, dressing and behaving like a tribal chief and even taking an Indian wife. His musings on what to do with Dari and their child shows that he considers her feelings in his decision to return home thinking she would be “ridiculed” but he never once considers it his duty to stay. She is a belonging he can discard at will. Even benevolent colonialism is still colonialism, his only saving grace is that he recognises the damage he’s done. William is reckless, taking whatever he wants because he can whether it’s substances or human beings.
“William goaded me by bedding every woman in the village causing terrible ructions with the menfolk”.
Each brother receives a curse, appropriate to their crimes, but while Thomas clearly has a conscience does his brother? I also enjoyed how the Victorian and early 20th Century theatre worlds aligned so beautifully with the murder mystery genre, with masking in both senses of the word. There’s physical and emotional transformation on stage and disguise is something that creates some huge surprises along the way. There are a lot of superstitions around stage acting and the gothic plays it’s part again with the ghosts of the Adelphi creating a haunted atmosphere or possibly a smokescreen.
Everest is a brilliant investigator with the accent and privilege of an Agatha Christie heroine. She’s dogged and determined, trying to weed through the frivolity and illusion of theatre folk as well as the attitudes of men. She has a wonderful turn of phrase, the delightful “those who say life is short, have never been to the theatre” made me laugh, remembering a particularly lengthy opera scene where I said to my companion that I would be leaving if no one died in the next ten minutes. She also used an insult I haven’t heard for years, in fact since caring for a cantankerous but funny Scottish lady in a nursing home, so I’ve been calling my cat Minka ‘a petulant bism’ for the past month. My favourite character aside from the brilliantly eccentric Everest, was her Aunt Isabel Lewin and her diary drew me in immediately. She was an incredible adventurer who took on any challenge William threw at her, while performing the role of wife and mother. She had a very liberated enjoyment of sex and isn’t cowed by rough seas, a potential drowning and suicide pact in the Atlantic or fighting off attackers. While she complained of the endless dust and wild weather of some places it’s clear she was left to deal with the consequences of William’s pioneering decisions. She actually lived the life he chose, while he failed and went on to the next adventure and abandoned his family sometimes for years. It’s no coincidence that the author paraphrases the speech of Elizabeth I before the Spanish Armada as Isabel states “I am no weak and feeble woman”. I was really sad that her epitaph – “she lived her life for others” – makes her out to be an angel when she’s really a queen.
A.J. West’s writing performs the feat of time travel. Each piece of writing in this novel feels like it was written at the time, whether it’s the 19th Century diaries or Everest’s investigation taking place during WWI. He skilfully whirls the reader back in time and I felt like I was there watching William kill a sacred crocodile in India or feeling Everest’s fear as she experiences a terrifying daytime raid on London by German bombers, a scene that’s absolutely electric. The novel is cinematic in scope and every place I was taken to was real in just a few sentences. In fact I read a passage about the Falklands to my ex- RAF husband who said it hasn’t changed much. Probably due to our heroine and her female assistant in the overarching narrative, I really felt the female gaze throughout the novel, both in the present and when reading about the past. So much changed for women in the space of fifty years, especially Everest’s present in 1917. When Thomas and William were young they might never have imagined women working as land girls or in munitions factories, another reminder that neither appreciated the power of the women they were with, whether it was Dari’s mystical curses or Isabel’s strength and anger. With all that said, this is a fascinating murder mystery that I hadn’t solved at all before the final revelations. It seems staggering that this is based on a real unsolved case and I think readers will find the afterword really interesting. I’m now holding my breath for an Everest MacDonald TV series, for some reason I can see Anna Chancellor, or maybe another literary adventure for this formidable character.
Meet the Author
A.J. West’s bestselling debut novel The Spirit Engineer won the Historical Writers’ Association Debut Crown Award, gaining international praise for its telling of a long forgotten true story. His second novel, The Betrayal of Thomas True, debuted at number two on the Sunday Times bestseller list, and won the CWA Historical Dagger. A.J. was also shortlisted for the Booksellers Association Author the Year. An award-winning BBC newsreader and reporter, he has written for national newspapers and regularly appears on network television discussing his writing and the historical context of contemporary events. A passionate historical researcher, he writes at The London Library and museum archives around the world.
I’ve looked forward to a new Matson Taylor novel for a while now and this one is such a charming, humorous, comfort read set in 1970s Rome. The word serendipitous was made for this novel as friends and housemates Clemmie and Floss are trying out the turquoise Vespa that Floss has bought as a gift. Unsure whether she will get the hang of the scooter, at first Clemmie is a bit wobbly but as she gets to grips with it and sails off into Roman traffic she starts to enjoy herself. Strangely something like this is exactly what she needed. She’s been feeling a little stale and middle aged of late. However, as she makes her way towards a bridge flanked by angels, she quite literally bumps into a blonde, curly headed angel of a young man who was idling by the water on a break from work. Clemmie takes Monty to the hospital where his injuries are bad enough to stop him working but well enough to go home. The problem is Monty doesn’t have a home, just some digs he’s sharing with a few other craftsmen doing up an apartment for an acquaintance from London. It’s not long before his boss is in the emergency department, with Monty’s meagre belongings telling him he no longer has a job or digs. Feeling terribly guilty and also drawn to this angelic young man, Clemmie decides he will go home with her and Floss. Ensconced in their wonderfully bohemian living room, filled with plants and Floss’s theatrical memorabilia, Monty is soon drifting off to sleep with his new protectors looking on indulgently and Octavian, their large house cat laid on his chest.
This is a story about friendship, found family, reaching crossroads in life and being your authentic self, with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure. I love Matson’s chatty writing style, it brings to mind writers like James Herriot whose books mix beautiful settings, humour, everyday life and characters who feel as familiar as family. I thought his usually evocative 1970s setting would feel different in an ancient city like Rome, but we’re soon hearing about foods from my childhood and the brand new craze for avocado bathroom suites. Monty’s clothes are also of the era and Floss’s flat with its boho chic style reminds me of the indoor hanging baskets, posters and tasselled throws of my own youth. I remembered my parent’s romantic evenings in with a vesta curry and a bottle of Mateus Rosé. These contemporary 1970s references set against the ancient beauty of Rome is such an interesting contrast. I felt like I’d been to the city as the author conjured up the beautiful light, the soft and gentle colours of the stone, tiles and marble. It sounds busy and chaotic at first but it’s easy to find moments of calm. There are those cafe moments with Italian espresso and mouth watering Italian food that had me craving a trip to Italy.
The author excels when it comes to character and these are all generous, loving people. There are those incredible comic characters that lighten the mood like Floss and those like Clemmie who have more complexity and are questioning their future. Loving the city and the Italian language led Clemmie to move here and living at the palazzo with Floss is a dream, but intellectually she’s not being stretched. She has so much of the city’s history in her bones, but she’s using the language to translate plumber’s manuals. When an accident means moving out of her office for a while she has time to think. Is this what she really wants? Floss is getting older and thoughts about what’s next are accelerated by an accident that leaves her stranded on one floor of the palazzo. Is it time for a change and to accept that she’s not as young as she used to be? It’s Monty who’s the beating heart of this novel though, and I had the same urge as the women, to give him the biggest hug. I could feel the little boy in him. A boy who’s scared and wants his mum, and he’s found two in Clem and Floss. He’s a joiner by trade and incredibly skilled, he’s also keen to pay the women back for their kindness and on the advice of Octavian the cat, he starts to fix things in the palazzo. Despite his skill he’s not the best at pushing himself forwards. It’s also clear that he has a secret or too, but he needs to feel safe first. I felt like he’d found a kindred spirit in the kind and hesitant Clem. I have to mention the nuns who are incredible and I’d like to have first casting rights if this is ever a film please. These are not the stern scary nuns of my Catholic school, but a rather giggly pair who distribute British foods amongst the ex-pat community in Rome. They get to know Monty by offering him work in the many ecclesiastical buildings locally. They also end up at a club dancing to disco at one point which made me laugh out loud.
The story is quiet at first, allowing characters to settle and get to know each other, but when secrets start to emerge the deeper story comes through and it’s heartbreaking. It might have been nice to have seen some of his story slowly reveal itself in flashback across the novel, but it’s so emotional and beautifully romantic. My heart broke for Monty. We also have a slow burn romantic story for Clemmie and a man called Bob who appears in an ice-cream van and helps Monty build a basement apartment for Floss. The book meanders slowly with the odd intervention from the statues that decorate the buildings and bridges all over this city. I’ve read so many novels recently that are great but don’t have a single character I like. It was such a relief to be in a book where the characters are gentle, kind and want to help each other. Books like this, that bring joy and comfort to the reader, are hard to find and even more difficult to write. Reading about these characters embracing change with feelings of hope and renewal provided a window of solace and hope in what feels like a very angry world. For Monty it’s facing his authentic self without judgement and censure from others, a journey that isn’t without its trials. Clemmie embraces the boost she gets from teaching Monty about Rome. It reminds her she knows so much more than she’s using in her daily life and his story opens a door in her heart for potential romance but also her first love – writing poetry. Floss is embracing the new stage in her life and the freedom living in the basement flat brings for the next stage in life. Octavian the cat, prowls each level of the palazzo enjoying his new friends and casting an imperious eye over their adventures. This is a very emotional read in a stunning setting, with a big heart, a sprinkle of magic and a definite Northern slant to the humour.
