Martin’s office door was supposed to be shut, because it was a fire door. It was also supposed to be open, because he was a man.
Mr Harper is one of those teachers who hasn’t much time for rules; besides, he has other things on his mind. Overwhelming grief for the loss of his wife is tainted by guilt and jealousy, and this easy-going, clever guy is, as the kids say, losing it.
Enter Wendy Mundy, funny name, funny looks, a feisty seventeen year old who knows about bereavement. This is the one innocent relationship in a world where risks are seen round every corner and rumour is easily traded. From estuary Essex to the sunshine of Campania, A Backward Glance asks how, today, we should honour the dead.
A story told with warmth and humour which gives us all permission to care.