Andrew is a forty years old, single, living in a small one-room bed-sit, working for the council attending to those who have died with no apparent family or means to provide for a funeral. It’s a grim and depressing job.
Due to a misunderstanding when he first got the job, his boss and co-workers think he has a wife and two children and he has never bothered to set them straight.
Okay right here is where I started getting bored with wimpy Andrew and what may or may not have happened in his past. So much angst over a tiny lie that no one cares about. Maybe if he’d move his train collection to a warehouse he could have a life.
As it is I was bored to death by this book. There was no depth or logic to it.
NetGalley/ May 28th 2019 by G.P. Putnam’s Sons