Copyright Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Praise Dedication Introduction Chapter One: Winning the peace Chapter Two: Beware policemen in pubs Chapter Three: I’m not Canute Chapter Four: Answering the phone to Chrissie Bates Chapter Five: Kicking Chapter Six: Yes, I am Chapter Seven: Making friends Chapter Eight: Yalla, let’s go Chapter Nine: The palaces Chapter Ten: Ya habibi, oh my darling Chapter Eleven: Convoy Chapter Twelve: Abydos Chapter Thirteen: The Winter Palace Chapter Fourteen: ‘Well, I woke up this morning, Chapter Fifteen: Ezwah Chapter Sixteen: I don’t think you understand Chapter Seventeen: A little touch of someone in the night Chapter Eighteen: Sekhmet Chapter Nineteen: Iftar, Eid, the end Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Louisa Young About the Publisher
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First published by Flamingo, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 2000
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Praise for The Angeline Gower Trilogy: Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Praise Dedication Introduction Chapter One: Winning the peace Chapter Two: Beware policemen in pubs Chapter Three: I’m not Canute Chapter Four: Answering the phone to Chrissie Bates Chapter Five: Kicking Chapter Six: Yes, I am Chapter Seven: Making friends Chapter Eight: Yalla, let’s go Chapter Nine: The palaces Chapter Ten: Ya habibi, oh my darling Chapter Eleven: Convoy Chapter Twelve: Abydos Chapter Thirteen: The Winter Palace Chapter Fourteen: ‘Well, I woke up this morning, Chapter Fifteen: Ezwah Chapter Sixteen: I don’t think you understand Chapter Seventeen: A little touch of someone in the night Chapter Eighteen: Sekhmet Chapter Nineteen: Iftar, Eid, the end Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Louisa Young About the Publisher
‘Funny, sexy and tender’ ESTHER FREUD
‘Spectacularly worth reading’ The Times
‘A stylishly literate thriller’ Marie Claire
‘You will keep coming back to this book when you should be doing something else’ LOUIS DE BERNIÈRES
‘Exciting, compelling and tense’ Time Out
‘Funny and scary. In writing honestly and unsentimentally, Young celebrates the unequivocal nature of parental love with verve and style’ Mail on Sunday
‘Wry, perky, entertaining’ Observer
‘Engaging, wise-cracking, likeable, brilliantly sustained … funny, humane and utterly readable’ Good Housekeeping
Dedication Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Praise Dedication Introduction Chapter One: Winning the peace Chapter Two: Beware policemen in pubs Chapter Three: I’m not Canute Chapter Four: Answering the phone to Chrissie Bates Chapter Five: Kicking Chapter Six: Yes, I am Chapter Seven: Making friends Chapter Eight: Yalla, let’s go Chapter Nine: The palaces Chapter Ten: Ya habibi, oh my darling Chapter Eleven: Convoy Chapter Twelve: Abydos Chapter Thirteen: The Winter Palace Chapter Fourteen: ‘Well, I woke up this morning, Chapter Fifteen: Ezwah Chapter Sixteen: I don’t think you understand Chapter Seventeen: A little touch of someone in the night Chapter Eighteen: Sekhmet Chapter Nineteen: Iftar, Eid, the end Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Louisa Young About the Publisher
For Amira Ghazalla, the friend at the surface of the water
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Praise
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter One: Winning the peace
Chapter Two: Beware policemen in pubs
Chapter Three: I’m not Canute
Chapter Four: Answering the phone to Chrissie Bates
Chapter Five: Kicking
Chapter Six: Yes, I am
Chapter Seven: Making friends
Chapter Eight: Yalla, let’s go
Chapter Nine: The palaces
Chapter Ten: Ya habibi, oh my darling
Chapter Eleven: Convoy
Chapter Twelve: Abydos
Chapter Thirteen: The Winter Palace
Chapter Fourteen: ‘Well, I woke up this morning,
Chapter Fifteen: Ezwah
Chapter Sixteen: I don’t think you understand
Chapter Seventeen: A little touch of someone in the night
Chapter Eighteen: Sekhmet
Chapter Nineteen: Iftar, Eid, the end
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Louisa Young
About the Publisher
Introduction Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Praise Dedication Introduction Chapter One: Winning the peace Chapter Two: Beware policemen in pubs Chapter Three: I’m not Canute Chapter Four: Answering the phone to Chrissie Bates Chapter Five: Kicking Chapter Six: Yes, I am Chapter Seven: Making friends Chapter Eight: Yalla, let’s go Chapter Nine: The palaces Chapter Ten: Ya habibi, oh my darling Chapter Eleven: Convoy Chapter Twelve: Abydos Chapter Thirteen: The Winter Palace Chapter Fourteen: ‘Well, I woke up this morning, Chapter Fifteen: Ezwah Chapter Sixteen: I don’t think you understand Chapter Seventeen: A little touch of someone in the night Chapter Eighteen: Sekhmet Chapter Nineteen: Iftar, Eid, the end Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Louisa Young About the Publisher
I wrote these novels a long time ago. I spent my days correcting the grammar at the Sunday Times , and my nights writing. I could no longer travel the world doing features about born-again Christian bike gangs in New Jersey, or women salt-miners in Gujarat, or the Mr and Mrs Perfect Couple of America Pageant in Galveston, Texas, which was the sort of thing I had been doing up until then. I had to stay still. I had a baby. Babies focus the mind admirably: any speck of time free has to be made the most of.
I had £300 saved up, so I put the baby and the manuscript in the back of a small car and drove to Italy, where we lived in some rooms attached to a tiny church in a village which was largely abandoned, other than for some horses and some aristocrats. A nice girl groom took the baby to the sea each day in my car while I stared at the pages thinking: ‘If I don’t demonstrate some belief in this whole notion of novels, and me as a novelist, then why should anyone else?’
Re-reading these books now, I think, ‘Christ! Such energy!’ I was so young – so full of beans. I described the plot to my father, who wrote novels and was briefly, in his day, the new Virginia Woolf. After about five minutes he said, ‘Yes, that all sounds good’ – and I said, ‘Dad, that’s just chapter one’.
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