She had no time for that whole social climbing business either. Weird as it might sound, she would have loved you. I knew her all my life, our parents were friends and she got it, you know? Her father and mine emigrated together, we grew up together. When Jamilla died, I never imagined I’d ever feel like that about anyone ever again. I’m a simple man, with simple needs and desires. I’m not a member of their clubs nor do I own a boat or a horse. Their blood is in my veins and yes, now I live in luxury, so does my mother, but it wasn’t always like this and I care very little for the trappings of wealth. People see me now, with Aashna House and all of it, but I’m from very humble people, hard-working people, who knew the value of a pound. He had corner shops, cliché, I know, but it was a business a young Pakistani immigrant could get a start in, and if you worked hard enough, you could expand it. My mother and father did the same, my father almost worked himself to death when he came here, but he wanted better for me, for my mother. When I was at university, I worked very hard. I don’t ever want you to change, not one single thing. Maybe I’ll go for elocution lessons and learn to say ‘simply marvellous’ or ‘what-ho chaps.’ Carmel put on a silly posh accent and Sharif chucked. Last Port of Call is the first book in The Queenstown Series.“with nothing and no one to her name. Unexpectedly, fate takes a hand, and mother and daughter find themselves thrown a lifeline, one that inextricably links them to the stories of men, women and children for whom Queenstown was the last-ever sight of Ireland as they sailed away to new lands and new lives. The small port town is shaken to its foundations at the loss of the unsinkable ship, but the revelation of a long-held secret means that Harp and Rose have a much more pressing issue to solve, one that could destroy them if they cannot find a solution. The day Titanic sails from Queenstown, taking with it the hopes and dreams of so many, Harp's life too is devastated. Nobody ever visits the Cliff House, but Harp, Rose and Henry have a happy life together, each accepting the idiosyncrasies of the others. She behaves not as a servant should, but as someone who belongs at the ancestral home of eccentric loner Henry Devereaux. The local women envy her grace and poise while the men admire her beauty. Her mother, Rose, is the reserved and ladylike housekeeper at the Cliff House.
She would rather spend her days in the library of the grand Georgian house that she sees as her home than playing on the streets with other children.
Queenstown, County Cork, IrelandApril 1912 Twelve-year-old Harp Delaney is an unusual child, quiet and intelligent far beyond her years.
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