Love on a leash

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking

The clue is in the title: who owns whom? It is one of the many unsettling questions at the heart of this compelling and disconcerting book. Charles Foster – barrister, Oxford fellow, vet and the write

After a break-up, I’d got a dog for company. But she had plans of her own.

It was my father, Mir Murtaza, who taught me to love dogs. We were on our own, my recently divorced father was now a single parent to a four-year-old girl. He was in exile in Syria after his country h