
Today is my stop on the blog tour for What Remains at the End by Alexandra Ford thank you to Kelly at Love Books Tours and Seren Books for inviting me to take part! I have an extract for you today.

Synopsis: In the aftermath of World War II, hundreds of thousands of Yugoslavia’s ethnic Germans – Swabians – were expelled by Tito’s Partisan regime. A further sixty-thousand were killed.
Seventy years later, a young married woman travels with her lover to find the truth behind her grandparents’ flight to America. Alternating between the late 1940s and contemporary Serbia, the woman’s story of a dysfunctional marriage and new relationship is interwoven with her growing knowledge of the nightmare horrors of genocide. As her journey unfolds the woman gains connection to the unidentified lost, to the memory of her grandfather, to the man beside her, and to her grandmother suffering from Alzheimer’s back home in America.
What Remains at the Endconsiders what happens when the truth goes unspoken and asks how it can be recovered – if there is anything left to recover in the face of so many secrets. Alexandra Ford has written an intriguing debut novel of personal relationships played out against some of the very worst results of realpolitik, where human life is subjugated to political and national ideology.
Extract: MARIE KOHLER: GREAT EGG HARBOR BAY, NEW JERSEY: 1998
A GIRL WENT TO THE BEACH with her grandparents when she was twelve. They rented a house past where the boardwalk ends in Ocean City, New Jersey. Oma spent the whole week inside the house, sitting at the kitchen table with her feet on the cold tile floor. She polished spoons and watched a portable television with a screen the size of a toaster, and Opa sat diagonally across from her. He did crossword puzzles. The girl woke up extra early in the mornings to listen for the sound of his pencil on soft paper. There were half-finished crossword magazines everywhere with no earmarks in the covers or the pages—only occasional paperclips marking where he’d left off. The girl liked to fill sloppy letters in the empty boxes when he wasn’t looking. She loved putting letters in tiny homes. A few hours each day, Opa came outside to stand with the girl on the sand. His legs and arms and face and chest were slathered in so much sunscreen his skin was the colour of whole milk—so white it made his teeth look yellow. The girl ran around the surf without any sunscreen. Her hair turned blonde while Opa wore an oversized safari hat to keep his from falling out. He watched his granddaughter carefully while she plucked sand fleas out of the wash and dropped them in buckets. He would line her seashells out to dry on towels. And when they went back to the house in the afternoon, Oma was waiting to scrub the shells clean with soap. She picked out the bits of sea glass and threw them away, and shrieked when her granddaughter showed off the captive fleas. “They tickle your hands,” the girl said. She opened her palm to show how the tiny crustacean burrowed its way into her skin.
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