Where We Belong By Anstey Harris

Where We Belong By Anstey Harris

One summer.
One house.
One family learning to love again.

Cate Morris and her son, Leo, are homeless, adrift. They’ve packed up the boxes from their London home, said goodbye to friends and colleagues, and now they are on their way to ‘Hatters Museum of the Wide Wide World – to stay just for the summer. Cate doesn’t want to be there, in Richard’s family home without Richard to guide her any more. And she knows for sure that Araminta, the retainer of the collection of dusty objects and stuffed animals, has taken against them. But they have nowhere else to go. They have to make the best of it.

But Richard hasn’t told Cate the truth about his family’s history. And something about the house starts to work its way under her skin.
Can she really walk away, once she knows the truth?

My Thoughts:

I loved this story, one that will stay with me for a long time. This is my first book of Anstey and will certainly not be my last. This is Cate and Leo’s story, after finding themselves homeless and not having her husband Richard by her side, they move into Richard’s families home which is a museum. I love how the story unfolds, we find out about Cate’s past and what led her to being homeless, I really felt a connection with Cate, and Leo is a nice young chap too that faces everyday struggles, which I can relate to as my cousin has Downs syndrome. It was interesting to learn about the museum and all the things involved with running a museum, It is a very moving and uplifting read that you will not want to put down.

I won a copy of this book.

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