I think I have written before about how sometimes a book I first read twenty years ago is so much more appealing now. I remember quite enjoying The Shell Seekers back then but I loved it when I re-read it this week, almost as though it had aged and matured like a fine wine (or is it I who have?).
The interwoven viewpoints and distorted chronology are quite captivating and I must admit that I was in floods of (surreptitiously shed) tears at several points; a good job I didn’t read this one on the train.
Of course the thing that appeals to me most is the setting of the Cornish part of the novel, in an artist’s colony which may be Newlyn or St Ives.