“It’s nine forty now, try not to eat it till twelve, right?”
Less than a page later:
“The plate has a note attached: Lunch for Maud to eat after 12 p.m. I take the Saran Wrap off.”
Two sentences later:
“When I’ve finished eating I wander back to the sitting room.”
With her love of toast and cans of peaches, one would think that the narrator of Elizabeth is Missing, eighty-two year old Maud, would be a relatable character – and although her dementia progresses with each page, this sentiment holds true. Continue reading “Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey”
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