by Dianne Noble
GENRE: Women's fiction
In the daily struggle for survival, she is often brought to her knees, but finds strength to overcome the poverty and disease, grows to love the Dalit community she helps.
But then there are deaths, and she fears for her own safety.
Her café at home is at risk of being torched, and finally, she has to make the terrible choice between her daughter and the Indian children.
Penzance, Cornwall. Sept 2014
A violent evening sky, bruised, slashed red and purple. Her teeth chattered as she watched the clouds spit out further bursts of rain. Pulled on a jumper, poured a glass of Merlot, the bottle clattering against the glass. Downed it in one. It felt warm and welcoming. Her stomach revolted instantly and she dashed to the bathroom. Rinsed her mouth and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Jesus, what a wreck. White face, red eyes, black mascara streaks. Her hands shook. She was standing on a precipice, waiting to fall a vast distance, trying to hold herself together. Sobs racked her body. There was nobody she could talk to.
Just after midnight she filled the kettle for coffee and set some soup to heat. The darkness outside pressed against the windows and the tables and chairs were ghostly in their emptiness. She heard the rhythmic tick of the clock, the music thud, thud from a passing car and then the phone shrilled. Cold fingers of fear squeezed her heart.
‘She wasn’t on the plane,’
‘What? But…’ Rose watched the stumbling flight of a moth, struggled to comprehend.
‘They’ve checked the passenger list. Ellie didn’t get on the plane.’
She sank to the floor, thank you God, oh thank you God.
‘You still there?’
‘Yes.’ Drew in a great, shuddering breath. ‘Yes. Why didn’t she get on?’ Her voice rose. ‘Where is she?’
Sadly this is going to be a short review. I enjoyed this book but I am still trying to absorb everything that I read. From the beginning this book grabbed my motherly heart strings and had me under a spell. I felt myself in Rose’s shoes and I think I would handle things much the same way as she did. The imagery of India and what the Dalits go through have really touched a spot in my heart and I am not sure what can be done. The one thing I know is that I enjoyed and highly recommend this book. I will be writing a more extensive and thorough review at a later date.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I was brought up as a Service child in Singapore and Cyprus which ensured itchy feet forever! Journals kept on a lifetime of travelling in far flung places are now providing rich material for my writing. Readers will be transported to exotic and atmospheric settings in the company of women responding to enormous challenges.
I am currently writing a novel set in Cairo about a forced marriage, and re-editing an earlier manuscript about an English woman trying to help the street children of Kolkata, India.
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