Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She’s the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. Tom Cruise is almost an adopted uncle.
She’s also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist whose theories on the universe have been much ridiculed.
The story centres on Emma’s childhood in Edinburgh and East Lothian, and the overpowering event of her mother’s death, apparently in a freak lighting strike.
However, the secret that only Emma knows is that her mother’s death was no accident. It precipitates a suicide attempt, and estrangement from her father.
Emma stumbles through university and finds work as a journalist in Edinburgh, although she is once more becoming mentally unstable and, following the death of her father, again tries to commit suicide.
It’s while she’s in a mental institution that her psychiatrist suggests she writes a memoir of her life, to help her make sense of everything that’s happened to her, and The Space Between Time is the story she writes.
The tragic-comic story, aimed at both male and female readers, has heart, humour and warmth. Its central message is that, even at the worst of times, a second chance can often be just around the corner.
In coming to terms with her life and the deaths of her parents, Emma finds ultimate solace in her once-derided grandfather’s Theorem on the universe – which offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.
When the author contacted me, I was intrigued by the title of his book. ‘The space betwee time’ … What was this about? There is after all no space between time.
Why is this review part of a blog tour then when I was contacted directly? Well, I did the cover reveal for Shannon and she asked me if I wanted to post my review as part of the tour as well. I hope I made two people happy now :).
The story is a very emotional one. I know men can be emotional but the way the author described the feelings of a young woman were wonderful. It was as if he lived inside the head of a girl while writing the book. Very moving!
Money equals happiness? No, not really. It can certainly help you achieve your goals but there are other things that are a lot more important. No matter how many gifts you bring, showing love is what counts.
It’s not the role of a child to be responsible for a parent. Of course you do things to help them or to make them smile, but you can’t change some people’s behaviour. And when the world comes tumbling down, guilt takes over and that feeling takes to you an awful place.
A beautiful story! 4 stars.
Thank you, Charlie Laidlaw and R&R Book Tours.
About the author
I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault. That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father. That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste.
I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh. I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything.
I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist. I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics. I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece.
I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries. Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa. What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember
Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then. However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini.
Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa.
I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.