This book is not a work of fiction and when I realised that I went cold with horror. The situation that Raynor and her husband Moth find themselves in is so awful and such a worse case scenario type thing, that I think it would send cold shivers down anyone’s spine.
As Brits, from a young age we are taught that owning your own home is the absolute epitome of adulting – there is so much pride when you’re accepted for a mortgage ( a mortgage being, when you think about it, the ultimate debt). ‘Getting on the property’ ladder is probably the most over-used phrase when it comes to talking about financial aims and ambitions as a young adult.
So how does it feel when, through a combination of some bad choices and bad luck, that home is whipped away from under your feet? Add on a terminal health diagnoses and you have the starting point of Ray and Moth’s story.
To be brutally honest, there was quite a lot about this book that I didn’t like – and I did skip a few chunks here and there. In fact half way through I was thinking I wouldn’t continue, but I have a policy to try my hardest to finish a book, because, as in this case, the ending is often the most rewarding part.
Also, these posts are a place to talk about the good parts of a book and there were many good parts, not least the descriptions of the landscape and wildlife, and the way Ray made me want to leave everything behind and walk 360 miles in the rain and wind, wild camping along the way on a budget of £30 a week. Well, she did every now and again anyway.
Anyway, this book wont be for everyone but I, at least, know a few people who I think would enjoy it, so you might too. To be reminded of the resilience of the human spirit and the beauty of a rock solid relationship which most of us aspire to, and the kindness of strangers, it’s well worth a read.