Years ago I stayed at my Nan's house for the week and had completely forgotten a book to read at bed time. She was always an avid reader and had an amazing collection of books in a little reading room under the stairs. I remember moaning that I didn't want to go to bed because I didn't have anything to read so she let me pick one of hers and for the last 15ish years on and off I've been trying to find that book but no luck yet.
Problem is there's only a tiny bit I remember... There was youngish girl maybe preteen or a little older who lived in East London and was brought to what I'm assuming was a brothel. I think one of her family members was either the madame or knew her. I think her dad was an alcoholic. It was set around wartime.
I only read a little bit and then once I realised what was going on I put it back utterly mortified that I'd picked such a book and then spent the rest of the time pretending I was far too tired to read in bed. I was at the library at the weekend and it got me thinking about it again. Please can someone put me out of my misery!!!