Not All Tarts Are Apple

A perfectly feel-good comic saga from the East End

De: Pip Granger

Narrado por: Tanya Myers

A wonderfully warm and charming London saga, set in the Soho of the 1950s. If you like Donna Douglas and Nancy Revell, you'll love this!

"She brings the East End to life..." - Barbara Windsor
"A poignant story with a strong authentic backdrop..."-Woman & Home
"I enjoyed this book so much and would recommend it to anyone..." -- ***** Reader review
"Great fun to read, amusing..." -- ***** Reader review

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WINNER OF THE HARRY BOWLING PRIZE FOR FICTION.

WHAT IF EVERYTHING YOU KNEW COULD BE TAKEN FROM YOU IN A FLASH?

Rosie has always lived with her eagle-eyed Auntie Maggie and Uncle Bert in their café in Soho, often visited by her mother - the mysterious, and often drunk, Perfumed Lady. Yet, her mother's family - landed gentry who hail from a country estate near Bath - are desperate to get their hands on Sophie and will stop at nothing - even kidnap- to get her...

Will Rosie have to leave the Soho and the neighbours she knows and loves - Great Aunt Dodie, Madame Zelda and Paulette, Sharky, Maltese Joe and the Campini Family who run the delicatessen in Old Compton Street - for good?

Rosie's story continues in The Widow Ginger.

Reseñas de la Crítica

'A poignant story with a strong authentic backdrop.'

'A wonderfully warm debut novel told with humour, charm and compassion ... I loved it, as will anyone who enjoys reading a good story, delightfully told.'

(Gilda O’Neil, author of My East E)

'A truly lovely and well told story.'

'An absolute delight. Without doubt, the most wonderful book you'll read this year.'

(Christina Jones, author of Nothing to Lose)

'A warm-hearted debut novel guaranteed to please.'

'A delightfully fresh and original novel with an unexpected sinister streak.'

(Maureen Lee, winner of the RNA 2000 Romantic No)

'This warm first novel set in working-class Soho in the Fifties explores an adult world through a child's eyes ... The author spent her childhood in Soho which perhaps explains the convincing period detail.'