Lewis is haunted by the memory of his brother, by a stolen car and a river running full, and most of all by the boy at the wheel.
Anna is haunted too, but her ghost is very much alive. Rita, Anna’s mother, is the exact opposite of her daughter – loud, carefree, and a daredevil, at seventy-six. When Rita suffers a fall, Anna must leave London and spend the winter looking after her mother in Yarmouth.
As they search for solutions to their problems, Anna and Lewis find themselves having to face troubling truths about who they are and what they might become – with electrifying consequences.
‘Subtle and forceful . . . [A] finely judged and emotionally intricate novel’ Guardian
‘Artful . . . Beguiling . . . A novel marked by poetic delicacy . . . Azzopardi has a gift for characterization – a magpie-eye for the human spark – and equally for the humanity of things’ Times Literary Supplement
‘Limpid prose . . . [A] lyrical sense of place . . .Startling and arresting . . .Unlikely urban sites take on a fierce and mysterious beauty in Azzopardi’s hands’ Irish Times
‘Here’s proof, if anyone needs it, that the best writing does not need to be inaccessible . . . [Winterton Blue] has the . . . strange, captivating quality of real life shot through with poetry . . . Beautifully evoked’ The Times
‘Intricate, quietly brilliant . . . Some haunting snapshots of contemporary Britain . . . A vivid, sensuous rendition of the Norfolk coast’ Daily Telegraph
‘Funny, bizarre and addictive’ Eve