Hide Her Name: The Four Streets Trilogy

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This secret is so dangerous that her mother, Maura, and the redoubtable Kathleen, her best friend Nellie's grandmother, decide the girls must be spirited away quietly to Ireland to await the birth of the baby. I have always known that my Irish heritage made my childhood special. Born and raised on a Liverpool council estate in the 1960s, my school term times were exciting enough and filled with wonderful characters of Irish extraction, but an occasional win on the bingo for my nana, Nellie Deane, led us straight on the ferry across to Dublin, for a visit to the place she always called home, despite having lived in Liverpool from the age of 18 until the day she died, at 69.

Nadine Dorries in the House of Commons: “Poor Irish communities, who settled in Liverpool in the 1950s, survived and supported each other in a way born of a unique generosity of spirit” The gripping sequel to bestselling THE FOUR STREETS . Shot through with darkness, but also humour, warmth and charm.One critic stated that her first novel was 'vacuous'. I would have wished that this second in the trilogy was the same. Rather it took content which she didn't have the skill to use properly.

Occasionally people came for happy reasons – to ask for the father to perform a christening or a wedding – and when that happened, the father would take them into his study and Daisy would carry in a tray of tea and a plate of her home-made biscuits, just as Mrs Malone had taught her. It was Nellie's Nana Kathleen who had woken Daisy late on the night the father was murdered. She had been talking to Bernadette as she left the Keating girl's wedding and followed the river, down towards Nelson Street. Daisy took over the housekeeper's role in full. She coped well and never took nor was offered a day off.This is a powerful novel which challenges the emotions of its reader; feelings of anger, sadness, joy' We were very poor when I was young. I remember being hungry because we simply had no food to eat. My father was a bus driver and he became ill and couldn’t work. We used to hide from the rent man, as we couldn’t pay him. Some days there would be no food. I remember vividly the sound of my tummy and my dog’s stomach rumbling with hunger pangs.