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Zusatztext A close, vivid portrait of a mother's unrelenting mission to avoid anger and blame, instead finding real justice and necessary closure Informationen zum Autor Yvvette Edwards lives in London. Her first novel, A Cupboard Full of Coats , was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize and shortlisted for the Commonwealth Book Prize. The Mother is her second novel. Klappentext My cup of tea is on the bedside table. It is where he hasalways left it; every morning of the eighteen years we havebeen married he has made me a cup of tea! brought it upand left it on the side and normally that's all it is; a cup oftea on the side. But today is not a normal day. Today! Marcia is heading to the Old Bailey. She's going there to do something no mother should ever have to do: attend the trial of the boy accused of her son's murder. She's not meant to be that woman; Ryan! her son! wasn't that kind of boy. But Tyson Manley is that kind of a boy and! as his trial unfolds! it becomes clear that his girlfriend Sweetie is the one with the answers that Marcia so badly needs - and who can! perhaps! offer her some kind of hope for the future. But Sweetie is as scared of Tyson as Ryan should have been and! as Marcia's learned the hard way! nothing's certain. Not any more. Vorwort Marcia Williams thought she knew her son. She thought he was safe. She was wrong. Zusammenfassung Yvvette Edwards' second novel, The Mother , tells Marcia's story. Today, Marcia is heading to the Old Bailey. She's going there to do something no mother should ever have to do: to attend the trial of the boy accused of her son's murder. She's not meant to be that woman; Ryan, her son, wasn't that kind of boy. But Tyson Manley is that kind of a boy and, as his trial unfolds, it becomes clear that it's his girlfriend Sweetie who has the answers Marcia so badly needs and who can - perhaps - offer Marcia some kind of hope for the future. But Sweetie is as scared of Tyson as Ryan should have been and, as Marcia's learned the hard way, nothing's certain. Not any more. Somehow I am stronger. Where it has come from exactly I cannot say, but it is to do with hope, it is to do with light . . . ...
