This book was on my tbr for a long while, and it took my friend putting it on my February tbr for me to pick it up. It’s about an old lady who is certain that her friend has gone missing, but no one seems to believe her and she doesn’t know why.
Maud’s memory is terrible, she can be in the middle of an act when she forgets what she’s doing and her family and carers are starting to get fed up. That’s where me feeling uncomfortable comes in, as my gran is going the same way and we do all get annoyed at her. As far as I know she isn’t this bad, but we don’t live anywhere near her and there’s no one to check on her. I worry. Because of this, for me specifically, a lot of this story is uncomfortable. Which definitely is altering my view of the book as a whole, however, I did enjoy the flashbacks to Maud’s childhood and the mystery there.
The end was both surprising and not, and I’m grateful that both halves of the story get wrapped up, and that we aren’t left hanging wondering what had happened in the late 1940s or in the present day. I ended up giving this book 3.5 stars overall (3 on Goodreads) and I think it had the chance to be pushed up to 4 star if I hadn’t had that guilty feeling, as well as being annoyed with Maud at the same time.
It’s a very interesting book which will make you think about the fragility of life and about how you will be when you age. Young people have the tendency to think they they’re immortal and it’s good to have reminders that it isn’t the case, and that one day this will happen to us too.