Back home and searching through her belongings he comes across some revelations about her true identity, the connections she has with his family and the desperate implications of this.
My father and I had a broken relationship. We didn’t hate each other. We loved each other. There was simply a lifelong chasm between us that no bridge could span.
I have been running for many years now, so many, that I think I can call myself a runner. I started big almost 10 years ago when I went from running nothing more than 5km to running the London Marathon and have ran fairly consistently ever since.
A Small Madness is a wonderful piece of literature; beautifully written, accessible for pre-teens and teens, and shockingly well-paced for such a short read. I highly recommend this for parents especially because it reminds us why non-judgmental communication is so important.
This is one of those books that drew me in from the the beginning. From that first knock on the door, things are not looking good for Alison and her family. Immediately, I wanted to know more.
Travel to the very Northern end of the Victoria line and you reach Walthomstow Central. Walk for a further 10 minutes or so past takeaways, nail bars and bakeries, until you reach the rather aptly named Ruby Road. Aptly named because at the end of it is a real gem, the rather beautiful William Morris Gallery. It is in complete contrast to everything around it, and the only clue you are getting close is the William Morris quote emblazoned across the side of a house at the end of Ruby Road.
The ancient glacial landscape was showing off this morning. A stunning walk.