Rachel is eighteen and falls pregnant. It might be her boyfriends child or his father’s. When the father is found drowned, Rachel fears she is guilty of murder. She runs away from her childhood home and only returns as a 36 woman to learn the full story.
Not my first novel, but the first one I’m admitting to. Previous attempts are not tucked away in a drawer, they were ceremoniously burnt on the fire (nowadays of course I would recycle the paper or simply delete an elctronic file).
I understood that first novels are often a thinly veiled autobiographies – or a fantasy version of the author. I decided that the best way to avoid that trap was to write from the point of view of an 18 year old girl.