NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

Judy Blume’s Superfudge was in our tiny school library, and I wolfed it down at the age of eight. From then, I was side-by-side with all of Judy’s kids, right the way up to 17-year-old Katherine in Fo

IT was cold, even for a Northumberland January. In fact, it was freezing. A thin layer of ice cracked under Nancy’s feet as she walked to the outer harbour in the grey dawn, shards of it angling upwar

DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot

1 T he Beckham Feud: Truth & Lies ...

From a new voice in literary fiction, this is a brilliantly chaotic, darkly funny story that explores family dysfunction at its most extreme. The Flynns’ messy lives – an open marriage, three very reb