
My Real Children
The day Mark called, Patricia Cowan’s world split in two. The phone call. His question. Her answer. A single word. ‘Yes.’ ‘No.’ It is 2015 and Patricia Cowan is very old. ‘Confused today’ read the notes clipped to the end of her bed. Her childhood, her years at Oxford during the Second World War – those things are solid in her memory. Then that phone call and...her memory splits in two. She was Trish, a housewife and mother of four. She was Pat, a successful travel writer and mother of three. She remembers living her life as both women, so very clearly. Which memory is real – or are both just tricks of time and light? My Real Children is the story of both of Patricia Cowan’s lives – each with its loves and losses, sorrows and triumphs, its possible consequences. It is a novel about how every life means the entire world.
Reviews

Janice Hopper@archergal
I enjoyed this book very much. I couldn't help but think about Terry Pratchett and going down one or the other legs of the trousers of time, though. :) In my world, that's a good thing. In this story, the Trousers of Time divide at one particular decision made by the main character. We then see the two different directions her life went based on that decision. Very well written. I read most of it in one sitting. I agree the ending is a bit weak, but how many of us have a Big Finish at the ends of our ordinary lives? Good stuff.

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