The Ways In Which We Are Able

We Cannot Choose Where To Start And Stop. Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

[my Maternal Grandmother ] Was A Teacher In London And Elsewhere During The War, Although The Children She Taught Were Not The "lost Children" Who Feature In The Novel - Those Come From My Research.

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.

I Write In The Novel's Afterword That Our Recent Wars "finish Not With Victory Or Defeat But With A Calendar Draw-down Date And A Presumption That We Shall Never Be Reconciled With The Enemy".

My Paternal Grandmother Drove Ambulances During The Regional Blitz, In Birmingham.