My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece is the debut novel by Annabel Pitcher, and it’s the first YA book I’ve read since, well, being a young adult. I’d never really considered reading a YA novel since then but I’d heard such great things about it that I just had to give it a go, and I’m very glad I did.
It tells the story of 10-year-old Jamie and his family and, as you can gather from the title, it isn’t a happy premise. Jamie’s sister Rose was killed in a London terrorist attack five years earlier and his parents, his dad in particular, have never fully recovered. They’ve recently separated and in an attempt to make a fresh start Jamie, his sister Jasmine (Rose’s twin) and their dad are moving to the Lake District, Rose coming with them in the urn that holds a permanent place on the mantelpiece. Once there Jamie starts a new school and befriends a Muslim girl called Sunya, and what follows is a heart-warming yet often heart-wrenching slice of Jamie’s life.
It sounds like a tragic tale, and while the subject matter is certainly tragic it doesn’t come across in that way. It’s told entirely from the point of view of Jamie and that gives it a certain lightness and even a touch of humour—it’s hard to believe that such a harrowing subject could be humorous but it really was, and I found myself smiling and laughing throughout. Terrorism wasn’t the only difficult subject covered either but it instead touched on a whole range of topics including bullying, racism, alcoholism, divorce and grief, but much like the central theme they were all handled with a gentle touch.
But, that’s not to say it was completely void of deeper feelings. A lot of the time it was incredibly emotional, particularly when you consider the overriding themes, and at certain points I found it truly heartbreaking. I was in floods of tears at the denouement, and the fact that I was so immersed in it and went through so many emotions is surely an indication of what a fantastic book this is. The writing and its gentle nature made it a true joy to read, and being told through the eyes of a 10 year old boy made it appear more innocent and yet, at the same time, all the more poignant.
The book stayed with me for a long while afterwards, and the fact that I’m writing this review more than a week after reading is a testament to that—I simply haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I found myself immersed in Jamie’s world and really could see everything through his eyes; he has a truly unique voice and Annabel has portrayed him brilliantly, and the whole book, in fact, is brilliant. It covers difficult concepts with sensitivity, humour and just the right amount of sentimentality, and with certain subjects it almost leaves you wondering why we can’t all think like Jamie. I absolutely loved it, and don’t be put off by the YA label—it’s a book that anyone, at any age, can appreciate, and I urge you to go out and read it.



