Alternating in time between teenage ambition and married boredom, our narrator tells each tale in real-time, building tension and compulsion as she goes. You badly need to know what happens in both decades. Spun round the music industry, the launch of a girl band and the highs and lows of a cut-throat business, this is a cut-above the norm. You get completely bound up in the lives of these desperate people, colourful characters that leap off the page. An addictive novel, unpredictable and very good indeed, I loved it.
For us it all began in the summer of ’76, the year the sun scorched the grass the colour of sand and no-one could sprinkle their lawns or take a bath, and the year I could no longer run around without my top on.
Meet Lizzie and Kim as they grow from small-town adolescents to women on the hedonistic stage of London in the early eighties. There they join Kim's older sister, Vonnie, an untameable force of nature who is everything they'd like to be. Or is she?
Told with an infectious energy, My Vintage Summer is for those who remember dressing up for their first night out, the first song they danced to with their best friend, their first love – and their first life-altering mistake.
It's a story of what happens when life doesn't turn out as you had expected.
Jane Elmor has lived most of her life in London, where her occupations have included playing in bands, dealing in vintage clothes, co-writing/producing a comedy musical in fringe theatre and composing for short films and TV ... amongst other things.
