Borrowdale, seventy-five years old a week on Tuesday, hoisted
herself onto the window sill and perched astride it, gripping
the wooden frame. So far so good, she murmured, still buoyed up
by the surge of excitement. Then she turned her head from the
safety of the room and peered over the edge.'
escaping from the old people’s home where she’d been
placed by her son Jack and his new partner, Agnes’s quest
to find her grandchildren develops unpredictably. Among the new
friends she makes on her journey are: Joe, the helpful lorry driver;
Molly, the garrulous proprietor of a small, run-down hotel; Gazza,
the student whose sprained ankle may have serious consequences
for Agnes; and Felix, the retired barrister’s clerk, whom
Agnes pulls back from attempted suicide. Hoping to rekindle his
desire to live, she invents the Dangerous Sports Euthanasia Society,
but soon fears that this falsehood, having acquired a momentum
of its own, will end in tragedy. Meanwhile, Jack, frantically
trying to trace his missing mother, spends a night in a police
cell on a drunk-driving charge, while an over-zealous young policeman
begins to suspect him of a more serious crime.
you read a really great book the saddest thing you can do is finish
it. I loved it - it’s a great book.’
enormous fun and surprisingly original.’
Maitland, The Literary Consultancy
book is both wonderfully titled and brilliantly inventive. Telling
the story of one woman's search for a reason to live, it manages
to be piercingly accurate about our daily lives while very funny
Davidson, The Orange Birmingham Book Festival
surprisingly original story – gripping stuff.’
Sports has all the hallmarks of conventional chick lit. It's a
light read, irreverent, improbable and focused on a strong female
character. That's where the similarities end.
Kennet The First Post.co.uk
funny and poignant story about life beginning at seventy five!
Great stuff for anyone planning to grow old disgracefully!’
Pitshanger Bookshop, London
terrific girls own adventure with a most unusual heroine who will
steal your heart.
Nottingham Evening Post