Yesterday I almost saw her. I was standing on the sun deck looking out to sea revelling in the unexpected warmth of the February sun. A butterfly trembled on a nearby buddleia & suddenly I smelled her perfume. She wasnt there of course. How could she be when I had seen her lying in her coffin just two weeks ago the day before she was buried her casket surrounded by the scented candles she loved? She lay in Cornish ground now... Compulsively-readable & incredibly haunting this is the debut novel from broadcaster journalist & Book Club champion Judy Finnigan.