Dominoes had me in tears in the last fifty or so pages - not because Phoebe McIntosh's writing forced my tears, but because her writing's honesty about and through her characters is so very poignant. The novel is brave and thoughtful and the characters are so alive and (sometimes) funny and because McIntosh doesn't make the final (non-romantic) reconciliation an absolute reconciliation, but more the possible beginnings of one, the characters - especially those two - live on after the novel is finished.

Dominoes is also starkly truthful about the UK government's appalling treatment of the Windrush generation and their right to live and work in the UK and how those rights were randomly taken away from some of that generation. And it's starkly truthful about enslaved people and the slave-holders and how that terrible inhumane time still resonates today, including through the compensation that was paid to the slave-holders and inherited by their descendants, and was never paid - as it should have been - to the enslaved and so inherited by their descendants.

And it's about how to be your best self and how to forgive and how to fight for the life you want for others and for yourself. It's glorious and moving and deserves all the prizes.