Today I am taking part in the blog tour for The Gingerbread House by Kate Beaufoy. I received a free copy of the book from the publisher to review but this is my honest opinion.
Nestled among cherry trees in a picturesque country garden, the Gingerbread House resembles an illustration from an old-world storybook. But beware! For in the fairy-tale, that s where the witch lives…
Away from the city, with no distractions, the Gingerbread House seems like the perfect place to start work on a novel. That’s what former advertising copywriter Tess thinks when she goes there to live with Eleanor, her aged mother-in-law. But Eleanor is suffering from dementia, and caring for her proves tougher than Tess could ever have imagined: feeling increasingly isolated, her only comfort is wine o’clock and weekend visits from her husband. Meanwhile her teenage daughter Katia is helpless to intercede; in the end she can only watch as things fall apart and a tragedy even closer to home surfaces.
The Gingerbread House is a deeply moving novel: a compassionate and occasionally wickedly funny tale of a family’s agonising struggle with dementia.
If I could start this review with a slightly personal note it would be that I’m currently struggling with depression. I have lots of books that I want to read but when it comes to actually reading them it’s been difficult to stick to them. I had no such problems with The Gingerbread House. Reading the synopsis I knew this would be my sort of book. As soon as I started reading it I knew it was going to be even better than I had expected and was hooked. In fact I found it to be one of those books that I read cover to cover in one day – something that even before my current bout of depression had been getting rarer.
The use of Katia as narrator was a genius move -I really loved her character and perspective which was unexpected in places. She kept me guessing a lot and I had to keep reading because I desperately wanted to know what was going to happen. Even when I began to suspect that there was going to be a twist in the tale and think I knew what it would be I didn’t want to stop reading.
In places I could emphasise with Tess and in others she annoyed me, especially at the start of the book. I think some of that may have been deliberate on the author’s part and the rest was influenced by my own expectations of how caring works.
There was a great attention to detail in this book and some of the details of the Gingerbread House reminded me of my own grandparents bungalow when I was growing up. That added to my enjoyment as I’d actually forgotten about one or two of them before reading this.
I can’t say how much I enjoyed reading this book.