A lyrical dance through the characters inhabiting a suburban close. There is the perfect sketch of an old and loving couple, and troubled youth, and young love. The dance whirls round and round, picking up pace, repeating themes until the brilliant crescendo. Persevere, it's good - despite the strange punctuation. ( )

One of my favourite books, completely loved it and I like the way it's been written. I've recommended it to a few people and they've struggled to get into it, but I didn't find that at all. ( )

I finished this book today and sat quietly for a while reflecting on its beauty. It was the kind of book that touches you in a way that's hard to put into words. The 'event' was expected yet a surprise, and the last few pages had me on an emotional roller-coaster. I absolutely loved this book and its style, although a little strange to me at first, soon became a way of devouring the wonderful words even quicker! I can understand people not taking to it, and I wonder if I myself may have picked up the book at a different time in my life and dismissed it as being too quirky for me; I'm so glad I picked it up at the precise moment I did; I would have missed out on a true gem. ( )

I was persuaded to read this book by two friends as we all wanted to discover the nature of the ‘terrible event’ alluded to on the back cover. However, I don’t feel I drew the short straw in having to do the actual reading - it was a breathless delight I would have hated to miss.

It’s a little difficult to tell you what the book is ‘about’ as few of the characters are named. Basically, there are two narrative strands. The first is tied to one street of a city on a hot, summer’s day. There’s an injured man caring for his daughter. Students are returning from a party. A young man reaches for eye-drops. A family gets breakfast. The characters are identified as ‘the man from number twenty-two’ and, at first, it was hard to remember who was who. I soon realised that who lived in what house wasn’t really important though and found my way through the text by virtue of each character’s unique identifier – age, moustache, illness.

The second strand visits one of the street’s residents at a point in the future. She has moved away. She’s lost touch with friends. She’s lost. And it’s really impossible to say more without spoiling your reading – and I do heartily recommend that you read this book for yourself.

Mr McGregor’s writing is beautiful and reminded me of Michael Ondaatje’s The English Patient in tone and pacing. I seemed to float from one scene to the next, from one narrative to the next as he drew me inexorably onwards to that terrible conclusion. There is a ‘terrible event’. But you will have to find out about it for yourself. ( )