I live in a rather unlovely industrial area of Birmingham, and yet it is often surprisingly peaceful in my little garden. So there I was about four o’clock Saturday afternoon, sitting in the garden a cup of tea at my side, contemplating the word wake, and the beautifully simple cover of this debut novel. I love the title, beautifully apt – the word wake with its associations of awakenings, endings and aftermaths. Wake is such a brilliantly compelling, engaging novel that a little over twenty four hours later I finished it. No one seemed to have anything but praise for it, and so I was eagerly anticipating it as I sat down with it after a hard afternoon of gardening on Saturday. Since the beginning of the year I have seen so much about this novel on Twitter and book blogs that eventually I had to just give in and buy it for myself.
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