Summary from Goodreads
Sixteen-year-old Anna receives a letter from her father’s girlfriend telling her he has died and asking to meet. Anna is drawn to Edie: her warmth, her character, her ability to rustle up delicious meals, all of which her own mother is seemingly incapable of… and the way she can tell Edie the secret that is buried inside her.
A tautly told, compelling tale about mothers and daughters and the lengths that some will go to, to make their dreams come true.
10 Random Things About The Yellow Room
1. I couldn’t think of a title for properly ages. I was just calling it ‘that one with the yellow room’ bit or ‘that one about the dead dad’.
2. Whereas no one at all was waiting on my first book, I’d signed a contract to deliver this one and that made me slip into hardcore procrastination mode. (Which you can see in action here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGNb–bB4JU)
3. I never name the seaside town it’s set in but it’s very much based on Brighton.
4. There’s a very little bit about law and criminal sentencing in the middle. Writing this is legit the first time I’ve used my degree (law) in my professional life.
5. Anna’s mother is a genetics scientist so I had to do a bit of research into what that involved. I ended up getting well into it, even though I think there’s only about one sentence on it in the book. I’ve forgotten it all now though. Don’t test me.
6. People who have read it generally comment on its creepiness first, but I actually meant it to be funny. Story of my life.
7. It has been put to me that its title is a nod to the feminist short story ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’. It’s not of course, but I’d love to be able to claim something so literary. I intend to read it soon and tell everyone it’s true
8. In the book, one of the characters makes badges with offensive slogans to sell. I got so into this idea I abandoned the book briefly to browse badge-making equipment and compile lists of insults. I may still go back to this project.
9. When I first started writing it, Edie was very Olivia Colman in my head. By the end, she was more Helena Bonham-Carter. (God, that was a boring one. Scraping the barrel here.)
10. Nope. I’m out. I’ve got nothing else. Ten is a lot of facts, you know.