Waiting for Lindsay
All afternoon the voices called, the two syllables of her name singing through the woods, down the steep garden, and across the sands to the sea.
On a hot July day, thirteen year old Lindsay Mathieson walked along the shore, past the rocks and out of sight. For ever. Thirty years later, a new crisis draws her family back to that familiar beach, and to memories too long buried.
‘An enthralling read.’
‘Haunting and evocative. . . assured and polished.’
-The Yorkshire Post
‘Forsyth writes with warmth and sensitivity, exploring the ways in which an ordinary family is changed by tragedy. ’
‘A haunting first novel.’
‘A confident debut presenting real difficult lives in a fluid telling that washes out the dark nooks and crannies of loss and love ’
‘An evocative, atmospheric read.’
-The Press and Journal