Following the anchorless, alienated Daniel Branwell as he tries to return to pre-war life in 1920 Cornwall.

Appearing to suffer from PTSD, or ‘shell-shock’, he lives isolated in a cliff-top cottage unofficially bequeathed to him by the dying owner.

His childhood friend and blood-brother, Frederick died in France, yet his literal ghost is a source of haunting comfort to Dan, particularly as he reconnects with Frederick’s sister Felicia, his only real human companion.

Unsurprisingly, this is not a ‘happy’ book, but it is a good book, what I’d call a real book, if that makes sense. A book about people, not heroes and villains. There was also a fair bit of poetry, which I liked.