LOVE AND LONGING IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF LONDON
When iconic ballerina Beatrice Duvall died, a nation mourned – and a legacy was born. Sixteen years later, her daughter Ava comes to London to take part in a high-profile tribute to Beatrice, and to learn about the mother she never knew.
There’s just one snag: the tribute is a ballet, Swan Lake. Which is infinitely painful for Ava, because she can’t dance. Won’t dance. Not since she quit the Royal Ballet School last year and walked away from everything that defined her.
But this is London, colourful and crazy, and with actor Seb at her side, there’s so much to discover. Like Theatreland razzmatazz and rooftop picnics and flamingo parties. And a whole load of truths Ava never knew about her mother – and herself.
When the time comes to take the stage, will Ava step out of the shadow cast by her mother’s pedestal? And who will be waiting for her there, in the bright lights?
A coming-of-age novel about family and first love, in the city of hopes and dreams.
A beautiful, heartfelt, tear-jerking read.
Bookworm for Kids
An emotionally charged novel with a beautiful story, and wonderful writing to leave you in tears.
Between the Pages
Simply beautiful… the author’s writing just breathes the loss to life…
A British Bookworm
A book that will tug at your heart, open up your eyes to a life without a mother, and show how being strong for yourself can open your heart and eyes to a life you deserve to live.
A Soccer Mom’s Book Blog
[A] wonderful story of finding yourself, stepping out of your parent’s shadow and just being who you are supposed to be! Highly recommend…
The Reading Cafe
A beautiful story that will tug at your heartstrings.
The Coffeeholic Bookworm
The more I look at the statue of my mother, the more the shock fades, and I feel… calm. There’s a serenity to this place; it’s cool and quiet, and the breeze whispers gently through the trees. I’m alone here, in this little nook of the sprawling park. There is no one to see, or judge. Laying a hand on my mother’s pregnant belly, I close my eyes, and I try to imagine a warmth that once existed.
– Swan Song, Megan Tayte
From the scrapbook
Settings and inspirations for Swan Song.
