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1988. Frank owns a music shop. It is jam-packed with records of every speed, size and genre. Day after day he finds his customers the music they need. Then Ilse Brauchmann walks into his life, asking Frank to teach her about music. He is drawn to this strangely still, mysterious woman with her pea-green coat and her eyes as black as vinyl. But Ilse is not what she seems. Frank's old wounds threaten to reopen, summoning a past that he has tried to leave behind him. |
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'Joyce's gift is in using simple language to convey profound observations on human nature." The Times 'Joyce's charm and good-heartedness remain undiminished, as does her ability. . .to make us root for her characters all the way.' Daily Telegraph 'Such a touching and gently didactic story - melts your heart.' Veronica Henry |
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