The End of the Road by Jane Butler – ReviewKindle

Tom is getting on. Not past it by any means, but his daughters have their own lives to lead (if material gain and ambition are what interests you). Moving him in with his sisters at the house at the end of the road appears to get him out of their hair. But it’s far from the end of the road for the fun-loving siblings.
Sitting in a prison cell waiting for the long drop, Charles Minch tells his story and asks not to be judged until you’ve read it.
Young Albert and old Albert can only count on each other in the poor and dirty streets of 1930s London, especially with a predator on the loose.
And in the leafy and idyllic village of Whetheritwill, something is not right and hasn’t been for a long time…
Four tales to ponder on.

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Author Jane Butler is a private person who started writing as a child, putting her scribbles into her father’s large shoe box.

When life overwhelmed her she escaped into her stories that once again went into a box, until her Granddaughter Sophie took the lid off. Jane is still writing.

My Assessment – 

The End of the Road is a book with several independent little stories within the covers. I absolutely loved the first story which happens to be where the title found its name.

It was story about parents getting older and finding a new purpose and how the younger generation has become a me/me generation, and how parents hope that they eventually become more open to their surroundings. I really enjoyed the story and you can expect a surprising end.

‘Would you like a drink, girls?’ asked dad, knowing what his daughters were thinking about his family. ‘Yes please Dad, a brandy would be nice.’ said Charlotte. ‘I mustn’t really, said Louisa but looking round at her relations she thought one drink wouldn’t do any harm. ‘Just a small one please Dad.’ She looked at her aunts and a funny feeling ran through her body. Was she looking at her future? ‘Second thoughts Dad, make it a large one.’ The girls downed the brandy in a couple of gulps whilst sliding down into the armchairs observing the antics of Martha, Alice and Tom (dad).

Martha, Alice and Tom left the sisters in the house drinking their brandy, Louisa pouring out two more very large ones! Alice popped in with some more cakes for them. ‘I hope you’ll still be here when I get back girls. I go to London every day. I love Camden Passage. That’s where I buy my clothes. Don’t tell Martha will you? She don’t like me going to London anymore. It’s my secret,’ she giggled. ‘Don’t tell will you?’ The sisters nodded in amazement. ‘Cross our hearts, Aunty.’ ‘Go on the, say the rest,’ Alice insisted. ‘And hope to die.’ Alice clapped her hands. ‘No one dies in this house.’ Alice almost skipped out to the barn.

Charlotte and Louisa looked at each other through what was becoming a brandy-fuelled blur. ‘We are doomed, Charlotte. We are doomed. In a few years that will be us. Get another bottle out of the cabinet.’ Before too long the sisters were blotto.

I began several of the other stories, only to find myself flipping pages. I am sure that the stories are good stories; I just found that they didn’t appeal to me as much as the first one. I didn’t put the book down, I continued to thumb through looking for another story that might appeal to me, and I found one.

My take on the book is that you may or may not enjoy all of the stories, but you will find one or two that you will – and in my opinion, that makes it worth reading. I am going to give the book four stars.

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