I’m a snob, I’m afraid. Spent years at the school library seeing Saffy’s Angel and the other Hilary McKay books on the shelves. Assumed they were fluffy, pinkish books, much the same as everything else. OK, but not for mature readers.
I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and I have to offer my thanks to Sally Nicholls for persuading me they are must-reads. They are. I have spent the day in tears, mainly the laugh kind of tears, but there were some of the soppy kind as well. I’m a restrained person. I may find a book very funny, but I don’t have to sit there and laugh out loud, just because of it. The story about Saffy and her angel changed all that.
The Casson family is quite mad, and the children have been named after paint colours. The Dad is an idiot, which is more than made up for by a lovely, if ineffective, hippy Mum. Caddy is kind and caring, Indigo is clever and resourceful and Rose is an innocent little madam. And in this book Saffy is the main character, and she has an angel to find.
The plot is impossible to describe, or at least, it would ruin your enjoyment if I told you. Get hold of a copy and prepare to laugh and cry.
As I began on chapter one, I knew I could read the book quickly and then I’d know what all the books were like and I wouldn’t have to read the other ones. Pah. Of course I’ll have to read the rest. How could I not want to know what happens to the Cassons, or to laugh a little more?
I think some of my early, but wrong, impressions of the books were due to the covers. Nice, but not my style. I gather they are about to be re-vamped, so we’ll see what I think. I don’t normally mention the publishers who have been persuaded to send me a book, but I was impressed this time. Usually if I approach someone who doesn’t know me, asking for a book that is ‘old’ and doing well, I tend to be turned down or ignored. So grateful thanks for Saffy’s Angel!