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The metaphorical bomb was dropped. She dropped it, Mam. And part of Harry suspected it was dropped at the eleventh hour by his mother, Lucy, to divert the focus of her sad exit from the world. To give him the �inal gift of something else to think about other than the loss of his mother of �ifty-two years. Of course, it worked. Well, that and the anger that clung to Harry’s throat with his lump of immediate grief. The anger that turned out to mean Harry Macbeth, (like the play) wasn’t even Harry Macbeth after all, and right now he didn’t know who the hell he was.
His mother could no longer provide any further answers to the million and one questions that were marching around his mind. He needed a cigarette and he didn’t even smoke. He required a shot of whiskey, in fact the whole bloody bottle of a drink he couldn’t stand the taste of. He wanted to run far away, screaming as he went, and never return. But he couldn’t do that either. Unlike whoever the piece of shit sperm donor was – who had got his mam pregnant �ifty-three years ago, then buggered off, like a bird �lying away from a preying cat – Harry had responsibilities and took them seriously. He had his wife, Eleanor, and daughters, Lisa and Rowan. He would never run off, scarper, shirk his commitments. Unlike the coward who he found out in the last twenty minutes was his birth father. The coward who went by the name of Arthur Whittle.
Finding Arthur Whittle by Helen Aitchison
Release date: 31st July 2026
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Book description:
He thought he knew who he was. Then he read his mother's letter.
For fifty-two years, Harry has known exactly who he is and where he belongs. Then his mam dies, and the letter she leaves behind takes it all away.
The man who raised him, the dad he has loved his whole life, is not his biological father.
Grieving the mother he has lost and reeling from a secret she kept his entire life, Harry sets out to find the stranger whose blood he shares. He has a name. He has a city. He has no idea what he's walking into.
But the search gives him more than answers. Along the way Harry finds unexpected friendships, a little grace, and the beginnings of a question he never thought to ask: what really makes a family?
A warm, funny and deeply moving novel about grief, forgiveness, and discovering that family isn't only about blood.
Perfect for fans of Rachel Joyce and Graham Norton.
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