I read this in two days at The End of Road Festival, when I probably should have been listening to the music, but I just couldn't put it down. I loved the nostalgic tone, and Tony, the central character was perfect. Not perfect in that I liked him, but in a man getting on a bit way, repetitive (loved how his daughter says to him when he tells her he's going away for a few days, 'yes, Dad you've told me that already), a rather dull man really, who often gets things wrong. The biggest of which is his own memory. He tells us about the letter he sent to Adrian and Veronica (his friend and ex-girlfriend)which, when he receives a copy back from Veronica it is nothing, just nothing, like he remembered.

The shock of the ending was amazing and my only grumble is that this revelation was given to Tony by someone who didn't know him, and in reality wouldn't or shouldn't give so much information away to a stranger.

The Sense of an Ending was a book I wanted to go back to beginning and read again immediately, and I would have if there hadn't been music to listen to and more books on my 'to be read' tower when I got home.