23. Oct, 2021
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 26 November 2021
Set in the picturesque and rugged scenery of the Yorkshire coast, this novel is fluently written in a clear style that kept me turning the pages until I finished it in a couple of days. Descriptions are vivid and the dialogue is cleverly varied to show the differences between the ages, classes and personalities of the various characters.
There is plenty of mystery and romance in the story, which also reveals the darker side of life in the past, touching lightly on subjects like slavery, crime and domestic violence (still relevant to life today). At the centre, though, the three young characters, Robin, Sophie and Solomon are brave, intelligent, attractive figures. I really willed them on to escape from their dangerous predicaments and get the chance to live free, happy lives.
A very good read for any age-group from early teens upwards. I thoroughly enjoyed it and will look out for more by Ruth Enright.
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Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 9 October 2021
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I started reading Seahaven last night and couldn’t put it down as finished it the next day, it’s a glorious window into the past hearing the language being spoken , I felt as I if I was in the midst of the characters ,walking alongside Robin seeing what he was seeing. The characters are alive and jumping off the page , the story and writing is so true to life , the thoughts , trials and tribulations of the characters are as taut as an archer’s bow ! The story is so exciting with twists and turns that are so clever,completely believable having sucked me into the goings on in this lawless village!Nuggets like ‘print starvation’ bring home the deprivation that people went through compared to what we have in abundance today.I have really enjoyed reading Seahaven and have been enthralled and cannot wait for all that follows from the pen of Ruth Enright! Thank-you 😍
Two teddies are now
Both in my keeping,
Gifts to toddler grandchildren, us.
When new, Bruin was purple, larger,
With a deep growl.
My brother's.
Teddy was smaller, fawn,
Mine.
He lost his growl after an unfortunate fall
And a sink bath.
I loved Teddy with a depth which included emotional guilt.
I was jealous because Bruin was bigger and purple
And my own ted must never know of that.
I was the oldest but the girl.
Perhaps that played into who got which bear.
Bruin is no longer purple,
Faded after decades on my brother's windowsills,
At home and in his flat.
For a few years now, both have looked down from
The high shelf beside my daughter's childhood raised bed.
They leaned together, slightly forward,
As if wanting to come down.
I climbed up to get them the other day and soon saw why.
Both lambswool, moths have pecked their back legs into small
bald patches.
It's been a poignant time as my mother has lately died too.
I felt I had let them down, the two teds,
Neglected while cherished still.
I've dusted them off and put them on the coverlet
Of the single bed below,
Where they seem more contented, two old men together.
Better now, their worn little faces seem to say.