Elizabeth Is Missing.

It looks rough today, the waves misshapen boxes of colour, and I wouldn’t like to swim in it.

This book had me from start to finish. Healey writes of Maud’s frustration and confusion perfectly, without her writing becoming obvious or predictable. It’s a mystery mixed with a drama, and surrounded by the grief, pain, and fear of a person beginning to lose who they are. With no control over what comes next.

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