The Fortnight in September by RCC Sherriff. An almost unbearably poignant novel, ostensibly about a lower middle class family going on holiday, but in fact it’s about class tension, family, the sadness of change, endings…and yet it manages to be funny. It’s wonderful.
The Dancing Pony, by Lilias Edwards. I adored this book about a girl who befriends an old vegetable seller and his horse. It’s probably the reason I have a pregnant mare living in the lap of luxury at my expense 😊
The Haunting of Cassie Palmer by Vivien Alcock. Very spooky.
The Lily Pickle Band Book by Gwen Grant. Very funny Northern humour. I was lucky enough to meet a friend of the author when I had a bookshop, and was able to write to her and tell her I was a fan.
Daisy by Jenny Butterworth. A teenage girl goes to live with her sensible aunt after her layabout dad gets hit by a car. She plays the flute, iirc. I loved it, and the front cover was lovely. I managed to track a copy down a few years ago.
I loved Coming Up For Air and Mandy, too. I remember the seashell wall from the latter, all these years later.
I strongly recommend the Backlisted podcast, it’s all about these lost gems.