I discovered this book through a goodreads giveaway that I didn't win. But, the Titanic is something I've always found fascinating and I sought this book out at my local library. First off, I read it thinking the Captain's Daughter was a figurative name for Ella - the daughter given to May by the...
this book was lent to me by a friend as she knew i'd just finished cross stitching the titanic so thought the story would interest me. it follows the fictional lives of two woman who survive the disaster and a young baby who is pulled from the water by captain smith and given to one of the women ...
There were eight of them now and the last one had been the best of all. His father was coming to London and wanted to see him. He was so excited to think he would be meeting him in secret. He’d wangled an invitation to stay with Charlie Potter, the son of a vicar with a parish near Wimbledon. The...
It had put a blossom in her cheeks and she was taking such care with her appearance, becoming quite the fashion plate. Gone was the girl in kilt and gumboots. She’d gone into town and came back with an exquisite silk scarf in muted pastel shades, so tasteful and expensive. She’d been out for dinn...
It was all so different from the mule tracks, dusty riverbeds and gorges that this old veteran had once struggled along. ‘You have to see the Kriegsmuseum in the hills,’ he was told in the hotel. ‘Georgos makes everyone welcome and there’s nothing like it in the whole of Crete.’ As they turned do...
At the top of the street the ancient church and castle made a romantic backdrop to the Christmassy scene, but she was in no mood to linger at the floodlights. There was her list to consult. Tim’s parents were sorted, the stocking fillers for Evie and the book for Mrs Snowden were in her bag, alon...
‘How rough they are from all that washing, but they’ll improve. Oily hands won’t do for my repairs.’ He lifted a clutch of pearls out of a velvet cloth. ‘Each one of these is a gift of nature, the tears of the gods, some say. Good pearls are cold to the touch, so hold and see for yourself.’ Greta...
Angus was busy ministering to their every need, listening to their stories, copying their lingo. Angus was useful and content, despite his disability. At his insistence Hester had framed his discharge certificate to prove he was no malingerer. Perhaps on one of his bad days, they might unfortunat...
Do you think Father Christmas’ll know where me and Sid live?’ whispered Gloria as she and Maddy skidded along the ice on the lane home from church, with little Sid and Mrs Batty, past the tall trees, their branches arching with snow. ‘He won’t know we left Elijah Street and if there’s no one ther...
What was she doing in this clanking van? Had they been kidnapped? Why was she crushed in the back with strangers and the smell of stale bottoms? This was not how England should be, surely? It should be a beautiful carriage and horses like the picture on the tin of chocolates that Stan brought as ...