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Praise

‘Her evocation…touches on the variances and nuances of love between men and women, and the power of family relationships to destroy lives’

ELIZABETH BUCHAN, Daily Mail

‘Thomas can write with ravishing sensuality’

KATE SAUNDERS, The Times

‘Rosie Thomas writes so beautifully about the feelings of people in war, the imminence of death and the importance of passionate and romantic love’

DAME TANNI GREY-THOMPSON

‘Honest and absorbing, Rosie Thomas mixes the bitter and the hopeful with the knowledge that the human heart is far more complicated than any rule suggests’

Mail on Sunday

‘Rosie Thomas writes with beautiful, effortless prose, and shows a rare compassion and a real understanding of the nature of love’

The Times

‘Thomas’s novels are beautifully written. This one is a treat’

Marie Claire

‘A terrific book, beautifully written…questions about identity, belonging, infidelity, dying and forgiveness make this a very moving study of the human heart’

Australian Women’s Weekly

‘A heart-rending story…exquisitely drawn’

Express

‘Thomas creates unforgettable characters and settings. She’s a superb writer’

Choice

‘Terrific…a real weepy’

Sunday Times