The Way I Found Her – Rose Tremain

I really wanted to finish this novel, but my dogged perserverance was doomed to failure. I’ve enjoyed other novels by Rose Tremain, notably The Colour, and that combined with the Parisian setting suggested that I’d whizz through this book, but sadly no. After first The Body Farm and then Neither East Nor West leapfrogged their way onto my bedside table, I recognised that I was destined to remain ignorant of the fates of 14 year old Lewis, his translator mother and would-be DIY dab hand dad, and the various members of Russian and African immigrant communities that people The Way I Found Her. link: The Way I Found Her – Rose Tremain