Betrayal, injustice and revenge echo down the years…
1940. Olive marries farmer Bill Falla. The Germans occupy
All too soon Olive realises she’s made
Her life changes when she meets Wolfgang, a
but there’s a price to pay. . .
2010. Natalie Ogier returns to Guernsey to escape an abusive
relationship – only to be plagued by odd happenings in her beautiful cottage on the site of a derelict and secluded farm. Disturbing dreams, disembodied voices and uncanny visions from the past. She becomes increasingly ill at ease as someone else’s
past catches up with her own…
Her only immediate
neighbour, Stuart, is the grandson of the original owners, Bill and Olive.
Thrown together in a bid to find out what really happened to Olive, can they each survive the repercussions of the past and move on?
cooking herself a meagre supper of scrambled eggs on toast when the sound of heavy footsteps outside made her jump. No-one ever visited and this was how she liked it. Always had. Her heart pounded as she moved the pan off the blackened range and turned to
face the back door. Unlocked as was the custom in safe little Guernsey. Grabbing a knife she watched, immobile, as the knob turned and the door began to open. The man stood silhouetted against the early evening sky and she stared hard at his shape, puzzled.
There was something familiar about the slope of the shoulders and the angle of his head. Her mouth went dry in the moment before the door closed and he moved into the light.
It couldn't be! Not after all this time… She felt her legs
tremble and leant back against the range.
'Hello, Olive. Bet you didn't expect to see me again, did you?' He chuckled, humourlessly.
She hid the knife up her sleeve as she pulled the darned cardigan around her thin body. The old memories surfaced as she fought to stay calm.
'We…we assumed you were dead. You didn't
come back –'
'No, well, I found someone and something better, didn't I? But it doesn't look as if you have.' He looked her up and down, and she was conscious of how unkempt she looked. Poverty does that to a person. He grunted and
she watched as his gaze wandered over the kitchen, and she registered, for the first time in years, how dirty and shabby it looked. The kitchen which had once been her pride and joy. Feelings of shame, mixed with fear, flooded her mind. What did he want?
His eyes alighted on the only personal item in the room. And the last thing she wanted him to see. She moved forward, attempting to block his view, but he brushed her aside and picked up the photo in its cheap wooden frame.
this?' he demanded, his face flushed with anger.
Her heart sank. Could she lie? Pretend it was someone else? As her head whirled with possibilities he grabbed her arm and the knife clattered onto the granite floor. Swiftly he grabbed it while still holding onto her,
then held it at her throat.
'Don't even think of lying,' he hissed.
'It's…it's my…our daughter –'
I love Anne Allen's Guernsey series and this one is no exception. Without ever having been there, she
conjures up such a realistic image of the island that the reader feels as if they know it intimately. I'm sure that when I do visit it will feel like home as a result. This book is far more than pretty island descriptions though. I particularly love the way
the author blends the past and the present, giving us an insight into what life under German Occupation must have been like. In this case there are two love stories, one past and one present which come together after Natalie senses a presence in her newly
restored house. You don't need to have read the other books in the series to enjoy this one but I loved how characters from the earlier novel are cleverly woven into this one. A fantastic summer read that will have you heading for the Channel Islands for your