Apart from the brilliant writing, quirky plots and razor sharp wit, you never quite know what you're in for when you pick up a Mary Wesley novel...she is a master of her craft. When Matilda's plan to jump the queue was abandoned, I found myself thinking, how lovely, a mature woman's romance with a younger man. It wasn't until Folly met his maker that I figured there was going to be an unexpected twist. And what a twist! No clandestine rendezvous in Prague, no Matricide returning with his tail between his legs proclaiming undying love, no brother confessing to murder and freeing-up Hugh to start a new life together with Matilda, none of the happy endings I had imagined. Instead, I was stunned and disturbed by Wesley's finale. It wasn't until I reflected on the story, after I got over the shock of the ending, that I realised why I felt so disturbed. Matilda was dealing with what many women have to face, the gradual loss of connectedness to life as we age. Children grow up - and these days, often move away, the husband dies (or maybe finds a new love interest), people we have known move on, or away...and we end up with pets for company. Admittedly, Matilda's solution to her predicament was extreme but it certainly wasn't far fetched. Mary Wesley was no stranger to loss and grief during her life and I suspect Jumping the Queue reflects Mary's own experience of grappling with matters of existential moment. I found this novel to be a brilliant read and certainly one that has provoked a great deal of thought and self-reflection. I would recommend this book to anyone brave enough to contemplate their later years.