When I stood up I could not see my mother. She was not on the beach, and when I looked back across the water she was not there either. I asked, or was about to ask, where she had gone when I saw something floating a little way off, not far from the shore. In the icy elongated moment that followed I could neither move nor hear nor speak.
A woman wakes from a coma, its cause unknown.
She refuses to see her family; she does not say why.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she becomes stronger.
Now she will walk.
Where?
Walking to the Moon, Kate Cole-Adams' enthralling, seductive first novel is both a psychological journey and a piercing exploration of abandonment and loss. A work of striking subtlety and maturity, it is without doubt the start of something special.
