So, I buckled and bought this one.
I had read three other novels on the Women’s Prize for Fiction long list, each of which I considered worthy of their place. If they’re the bench mark then this will be a safe bet, too, I thought. In that assumption I was wrong.
Remembered is a mother’s farewell to her son. It’s a sister’s regret. A woman’s remembering: her anger, and her heartbreak; her resignation and her resilience.
This is a book that will break your heart, and then somehow help you put it back together again.