‘Tamsin Grey is wise about the street, and wise about the heart, especially the hearts of children. Her multi-racial London pulses with Dickensian energy and delight. She has that rare gift of combining in her prose the lyrical with the precise. She’s Not There is a wonderful, artfully addictive novel’
‘[An] amazing debut, packed with South London atmosphere…it has To Kill a Mockingbird written all over it… brilliant’
‘Mesmerisingly good’
‘Brilliant and heartbreaking (and funny)’
“Tamsin Grey’s young narrator inhabits a south London that is diverse, inclusive and very real. She’s Not There is a beautiful, sad, strong story, enticingly told – and an extremely assured debut”
“A gripping read, the voices of the children are pitch perfect and will stay with you long after the last page”
“A totally entrancing book for anyone who loved Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine or The Trouble With Goats And Sheep. An absolutely stunning debut novel. I will certainly be recommending this to my customers!”
“This book will fly!
… Jonah is a wonderful creation and I loved his wise-child¹s view of the world, trying to make sense of the behaviour of adults, which is so often so much more irrational than that of children. He is so generous and forgiving and, of course,very funny. It makes you realise what we lose by growing up. The other characters are all very vibrant – especially the absent Lucy. Raff is adorable and Smelly Shelly truly heart-warming’ “
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