Biscuits And Wee

The first volume of the 'Lost Boys' quartet.

Iris Fairlie is lonely, isolated but increasingly unable to cope with independent living. 
Against her every desire she is moved into Bridge House, a home for the elderly, where a constant round of confectionery seeks to compensate for the lapses of old age; there is an all-pervading aroma of biscuits and wee. Iris sulks in her room, rebuffing the blandishments of the piano-playing spinster, the happy-clappy evangelicals, the raffia-weaving WI, all determined to distract the hapless residents from the inevitable terminus of their slow demise. 
But in her new surroundings she is forced to see herself differently, honestly. She is old. Life is over. What has she achieved in this life to which she holds with such stubbornness? Where, amidst the work and weariness, the pride and resignation, were the warmth, the love, the laughter? 
What is it that separates her from her daughter? Why can’t they talk about things? 
The answer to all these questions seems to be her wayward son, her lost boy, missing for years on some quest she never understood. 
Witnessing by chance the tumble of a young boy into a racing river, Mrs Fairlie is galvanised at last into action; if she cannot rescue her own boy she will try to rescue this one. 
Little Mikey’s fall pulls Iris into the maelstrom of his fate, along with Matt, Megan and his Auntie Jade, whose stories are featured in books 2, 3 and 4 of the Lost Boys Quartet.

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Spotless prose, effortlessly smooth character introductions, and a sometimes chatty, often jocular and surprisingly deep and consistent voice dominate this first part of what promises to be a very readable quartet.
The writing is careful and unhurried. The metaphors and similes are interesting, original, and at the right times beautiful.

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