

Spanning two time frames and set against wonderfully British backdrops of Cornwall’s beautiful beaches, bustling London and the solitude of the Cotswolds, the novel follows Penelope Keeling from childhood to the present day as a woman in her sixties with grown up children.

The Shell Seekers is a rare kind of book – published in 1987, this beautifully written family saga has a nostalgic temperament that draws you in, regardless of your age. Thus it wasn’t until a couple of months later when I was trawling the shelves of a charity shop in nearby Wallingford with my big sister Claire, that I came across it again, and, having just finished a book, I bought it, despite my aforementioned thoughts about its front cover.

I looked it up on Amazon but was immediately put off by the dated front cover which resembled something like a Mills & Boon novel. I was at the supper table with my mum and step-dad, going through The BBC Big Reads, when my mum recommended Rosamunde Pilcher’s The Shell Seekers, insisting I would enjoy it.
