AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a ghost story. I make no apology for it; you, the reader, can believe in it or not as you choose. I can only say that the sort of things that happen in it have happened, if not to me, to others, and I am not going to attempt to explain the unexplainable. So far, such things aren't susceptible to proof, and like Chel herself, I'm not sure that I believe the evidence, even of my own experience. But then, nor am I sure that I don't believe it. Take water divining, after all. When Chel points out that more than 40% of people could do it, if they tried, she isn't joking. I should know, I'm one of that 40% but I don't know how it's done, even so. So why should I be sceptical about other strange things?

Jane Hatton has proved herself to be a magician, conjuring up real people who seem to emerge three dimensionally from the pages of her books. Her latest novel is no exception.
More credible than reality TV, the third in the Nankervis family chronicle has allowed (our) relationship with this fictitious family to blossom, furnishing (us) with an understanding of their ways rivalling that of (our) own kith and kin. They are not a kindly lot, but this is a book about connections and it is these fragile threads of continuity, transcending time and life itself, which prove to be the redeeming factor that draws fragmented relationships together like the closing of a wound.
Writing about the county in which she lives and so obviously loves, Jane Hatton does not over romanticise her locations. They are, after all, only the settings for the real gems, her characters, but anyone with experience of the county will easily recognise the liberal sprinkling of Cornwall, as it melts into the plot like chocolate on a cappuccino!

Cornish World

 

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