Ravine and Marianne were best friends. They practised handstands together, raced slugs and went into the woods to play.
But now everything has changed.
Ten years later, Ravine lies in a bed plagued by chronic pain syndrome. And her best friend Marianne is gone.
How did their last adventure go so wrong? Who is to blame? And where is Marianne?
I don’t usually enjoy books in which the characters are ill, but The Things we Thought we Knew is beautifully written.
Ravine has chronic pain syndrome, and when she is given a journal for her birthday she decides to write about her life, her friends and her feelings.
Set in Leicester, this descriptive tale brings to life all that goes on within Ravines Bangladeshi culture and life on the council estate on which she lives.
While this debut will not win any awards ( just my opinion) it does hold the readers attention, and the plot is smoothly told. Ravines family is quite heartwarming, but the disappearance of Marianne didn’t appeal as I thought it might.
I think that Snaiths novel will appeal to some and not to others.