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160 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2001
Rose was still awake, late though it was. She was painting a desert landscape on the white wall of the landing. She had got rid of her father very successfully when he telephoned. Saffron had hardly been mentioned; the discussion had been all about art. The desert landscape was the direct result of her father's telling her to start small and stick to painting only what she knew.
"I will say I want to take my beanbag," said Sarah, ignoring Saffron's squeaks on the phone. "I often take my beanbag on car trips. It's enormous and you're not very big. I'll empty it out and cover you in the cover and pile a lot of stuff around, and they'll never notice. They're used to me having a lot of stuff. As you know. What do you say?"
"Goodbye," said Saffron. "You have obviously gone mad."
Saffron didn’t know she was adopted until she couldn’t find her name on the paint color chart in the Cassons’ wonderfully disorganized house. Even though Eve and Bill Casson, her aunt and uncle, treat her as one of their own children, Saffy feels left out--until her grandfather’s will reveals a legacy she’d almost forgotten, a stone angel from her old home in Italy.But this doesn’t begin to touch the intricacies of the plot or the depth of characterization or the sheer craziness of it. Every character we meet has a wealth of story bursting off the pages, from Caddy who keeps failing her driving lessons so she can keep the attractive instructor Michael from leaving, to Saffy’s best friend Sarah who never stops pushing Saffy to find out what happened to the angel, to Bill and Eve’s weird and probably dysfunctional relationship and parenting styles (though you don’t quite get to hating Bill in this book--give it time). Although Saffy’s angel forms the core of the plot, there’s so much else going on that it’s really more a story about family—not just the ones we’re born to, but the ones we make. There’s a moment early on when Michael observes Caddy, Indigo, and Rose waving madly out the window at him and feels a pang that he can’t be part of it; I can’t say I want to be part of the Casson family, but I love the way they care about each other so fiercely.