Yes. You read that right. The emotional ones. Because before there was Kim Stone there was ‘Sensitive Angie’, or, depending on your point of view, ‘Evil Angie’, as a bit like Kelly Rimmer this woman made me cry. In public.
Earlier this year, Bookouture re-released two previously self-published titles, ‘The Forgotten Woman’ and ‘Dear Mother.’ Here I take a look back at these two very different and yet highly emotional tales.
The Official Book Blurb
Two ordinary women. Two damaged lives. One friendship that would save them both.
Kit Mason has lived a life of unimaginable pain. An ex-prostitute, she has fled the clutches of an abusive pimp and now finds herself living hand to mouth in a new city, without anyone to help her.
Frances Thornton seems to be living the perfect life. A lawyer from a privileged background, her perfect façade hides the painful secrets that still haunt her.
Brought together by their attempts to conquer their addictions in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, the two women strike up an unlikely friendship.
But can they find strength in each other – or will the demons of their past catch up with them?
‘The Forgotten Woman’ is the story of two very different women, one from a privileged background, one from a broken family. Their friendship shouldn’t work and yet when they meet almost literally by accident, and then again later at an AA meeting, it soon becomes clear that despite their upbringing, their lives really aren’t that different after all. This is a friendship that grows and blossoms against all odds and both women find a kind of strength from one another to face the demons of their past and start to find a new way to face their future.
Touching on the very difficult subjects of abuse, sexual, physical and even emotional or psychological abuse, this book is on occasion very hard to read. What Kit goes through as a child and young women, the abuse she suffers at the hand of her pimp, is harrowing to say the least and despite her attitude, her spikiness, it would take a hard heart to not feel for her. Frances may not suffer physical abuse, but the attitude and behaviour of her mother is no less damaging and the secrets she uncovers change her life forever.
This is a really well written, highly observant tale of the impact that abuse can have on people and the imprint that such early traumas can leave upon adults later in life. It is not all doom and gloom and there are some very touching and hopeful moments for both women. But there are no clear cut resolutions for either woman, so if you like your books neatly wrapped up with a tidy HEA ending, you won’t find that here. My review of ‘The Forgotten Woman’ can be found here and you can purchase the book at the following links for UK Readers, and US Readers.
The Official Book Blurb
Three sisters. Three childhoods ruined. One chance to heal the scars of the past.
After their death of their cruel and abusive mother, estranged sisters Alex, Catherine and Beth reunite once again.
Alex, the youngest, is a bitter, unhappy woman who refuses to face the horrors of her childhood. Finding solace in a bottle, her life is spiralling dangerously out of control.
Eldest child, Catherine, has strived for success, despite her difficult upbringing. But behind the carefully constructed façade lies a secret that could shatter her world forever.
Beth, the middle child, bore the greatest burden. But having blocked out the cruelty they suffered, she remained with their mother until her death. Now she must confront the devastating reality of the past.
Brought together as strangers, the sisters embark on a painful journey to heal themselves and each other. Can they finally put their terrible childhoods to rest and start over?
Well. This is it. The book that made me cry. A lot. And I do mean a lot. I cried at home when I thought about it and the memories it provoked. I cried when I was sitting reading some of the final chapters at Oxford Motorway Services on the M40. It was unavoidable and almost as inevitable as what I knew I was about to read, but I couldn’t stop. My review can be found here. I can’t read it again, but please, feel free to click on through.
This is a very emotional story. Three sisters, all the victims of horrific abuse at the hands of their mother, who all grew up to lead very different lives but were all affected by the abuse in very different ways.
Catherine – the career woman. Wife and mother she had given herself up to her professional life and although she may have two beautiful twins, she doesn’t really have time for them. They are more like the must have accessory to complete her catalogue perfect life and she is blind to the reasons behind her almost clinical detachment from them.
Alex – the baby of the family and the biggest screw up of them all. Every time she gets close to having a loving relationship or even friendship she sabotages it. She thinks she is unlovable – she is determined to prove herself right, no matter the cost.
Beth – the middle child. The one who was left behind to look after their mother when she became too ill to care for herself. The one who stuck by her side even though she had the greatest reason of all to hate her.
Three women who haven’t seen each other in years, this is the story of what happens to them when reunite after their mother dies, and when each of them is finally forced to confront what happened to them in their youth and damage it had done.
If you have been the victim of abuse or if this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable then maybe you shouldn’t read it. It is hard to believe that such abuse could go unchecked and yet it does, everyday. There is nothing gratuitous in the telling of the story but it is no less emotional or painful to read. The journey each woman goes on is different but no less affecting, and I can recognise a little of each of them in myself which is what made it such a tough read. But I don’t regret having read it, for as much as it made me cry, it was also kind of cathartic. You won’t read for those reasons (I hope) but I do recommend you pick this book up. It is moving, thought provoking and beautifully written and although it may well make you cry, there is still an overwhelming sense of hope and in the end, an element of peace for three very tortured souls.
Dang it. My eyes are leaking again. Every. Bloomin’. Time.
If you still have any tissues left after reading Kelly Rimmer, this book will make sure you get value for money for that box. It(the book, not the tissues) can be purchased here for UK Readers and here for US Readers.
If you are left in any doubt as to why Angela Marsons is one of my favourite authors, you have seven books now to choose from to see for yourself. Go give one of them a whirl.