My sister read this book for a book club, but didn't end up going to the book club. On my visit home (UK), she lent it to me for the journey home (Canada).
It was OK. Only OK. Some parts, I just loved, but overall - OK.
I loved the poor 1960's London, I loved the crazy cold, the Babycham, hot water tanks for the baths, the clothing. I loved the descriptions and really believed I was there, too.
But the "amazing" twists and turns, and jumping from 1960's to 1980's, they were uncalled for. There was enough in the novel without having to turn to far fetched coincidences to give it meat.

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