I love Myerson's writing - reading it is almost as if I'm not reading, as if the words are washing over me. I read this in a couple of days on holiday and it deals with some difficult subjects for holiday reading, but completely gripped me.

Spoiler

When I realised that we probably wouldn't ever find out who killed Lennie, for a moment I was disappointed, but this book is in no way a who-done-it, and then towards the end of the novel when the child disappears, I really liked how the story turned.

Myerson has a way of catching and describing the tiny details of ordinary life - the way a baby wakes with a jerk and grabs at the air and then falls back to sleep - that I absolutely love.