Think of Me

A heartbreaking new novel of grief, family and the enduring power of love from the author of We Must Be BraveWhen I open my eyes I see a small dark shape at the end of the pew under the window. A piece of cloth, a handkerchief perhaps? No, a woman’s headscarf.The blue is bright, Mediterranean.I can’t for the life of me remember seeing it before. But all the same it seems familiar.

More than familiar. As if I’ve held it in my hands before. As if it’s been next to Yvette’s skin.James Acton has come to the village of Upton to begin again.