“You know a story’s good when you keep finding yourself laughing out loud.”
Thanks for that review, reader! Stella Ryman walked right up to me almost 4 years ago. I was hanging about in a nursing home corridor, waiting to help move an enormous television into an elderly acquaintance’s new bedroom. I asked myself, What if I lived here? What on earth would I do with myself? How do you wake up every morning knowing that people are responsible for you, but you are responsible for nothing but agreeable behaviour towards those around you – there seemed to be some possibilities for rebellion here. We all need a good reason for getting out of bed in the morning. What would that be?
Television? Hell no. Complaining about the food? Possibly. But Stella Ryman has a better idea. And so she becomes… (tag line approaching)… an amateur sleuth, trapped a down-at-heel care home.
You’d be cranky too.