The Way Home by Amanda Prowse 

Amanda Prowse is one of my favourite authors, and her books are always a joy to read. She writes about real‑life situations and how real people deal with them, with characters who feel true to life and instantly relatable. The Way Home is no exception — heartfelt, honest and beautifully told, it’s the kind of story that stays with you long after you’ve finished.

Lilly‑Bob has lived in the same council flat since childhood, sharing it with her beloved father and growing up with a view of the river that became part of her identity. The flat itself may be modest, but the community around her has become a kind of chosen family — especially the single mum in the block and her little boy, who have both become very dear to her. Her father bought the flat from the council so he could leave her something secure, a place filled with memories and love. Now in her seventies, Lilly‑Bob is devastated to receive a compulsory purchase notice: the council plans to sell the block to a developer, and she’s terrified of losing her home, her view, and the last tangible link to her father.

It’s a beautifully told story about home, belonging and the quiet strength it takes to stand up for the life you’ve built. Amanda Prowse writes Lilly‑Bob’s journey with such tenderness that you feel every worry, every memory and every moment of hope. It’s moving without ever being heavy, and full of the small, human details that make her books so relatable. A warm, thoughtful read that reminds you how much a place — and the people in it — can mean.

 

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