About the Author

Elizabeth Noble lives in Surrey with her husband and two daughters. Love, Iris is her latest novel. Her seven previous books - The Reading Group, The Friendship Test (formerly published as The Tenko Club), Alphabet Weekends, Things I Want My Daughters to Know, The Girl Next Door, The Way We Were and Between a Mother and her Child - have all been Sunday Times bestsellers, with The Reading Group reaching Number One.

Reviews

Enchantingly clever. I cried, I laughed, I couldn't put it down
*Penny Vincenzi*

Her stories strike a genuine chord . . . an irresistible comfort read
*Glamour*

Honest and beautifully written
*Woman & Home*

It would be a hard heart indeed that remained unmoved . . . the tender feelings Noble engenders in her readers are to be cherished
*Daily Express*

Incredibly thought-provoking and poignant
*Sun*

This powerful tale packs an emotional punch
*Closer*

An emotional rollercoaster
*Now*

A journey through emotionally-charged mother-daughter territory . . . it may just kickstart the practice of letter-writing again
*Good Housekeeping*

Praise for Elizabeth Noble
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Noble is the mistress of the tearjerking message of love
*Express*

A wonderfully well-written book, full of emotion
*Daily Mail*

Deliciously readable
*Times*

Impossible to finish without tears streaming down your face
*Daily Express*

Honest and beautifully written
*Woman & Home*

Witty, affectionate and unashamedly tear-jerking
*Red*

Witty, pacy and immediately engaging
*Glamour*

So fluid, the pages turn themselves
*Daily Mirror*

Tissues are essential. You'll ricochet between delicately watering eyes at the romance of it all and howling sobs at the unbearable tendernes
*Heat*

Four sisters come to terms with the death of their mother over the course of one year, buoyed and buffeted by the letters and journal she left behind to guide them. Eldest daughter Lisa reaches a moment of truth with her boyfriend-to marry or not. Stoic Jennifer is at a crossroads in her marriage, complicated by the decision whether to have a baby. Amanda, consumed with wanderlust, wonders why she's always running away and considers what it would take for her to stay. And the youngest, 16-year-old Hannah, struggles to navigate her turbulent teenage years, mourning her mother while trying to comfort her father. Noble's fourth novel (after Alphabet Weekends) is a bittersweet yet ultimately uplifting story of love, family, and the bonds between mothers and daughters and among sisters. Letters and journal entries are sprinkled throughout the narrative, expanding the novel's focus to include the family's history from the very beginning and making for a sweeping, engaging, and comfortable women's fiction choice. Highly recommended for all public libraries.-Amy Brozio-Andrews, Albany P.L., NY Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.

Enchantingly clever. I cried, I laughed, I couldn't put it down -- Penny Vincenzi
Her stories strike a genuine chord . . . an irresistible comfort read * Glamour *
Honest and beautifully written * Woman & Home *
It would be a hard heart indeed that remained unmoved . . . the tender feelings Noble engenders in her readers are to be cherished * Daily Express *
Incredibly thought-provoking and poignant * Sun *
This powerful tale packs an emotional punch * Closer *
An emotional rollercoaster * Now *
A journey through emotionally-charged mother-daughter territory . . . it may just kickstart the practice of letter-writing again * Good Housekeeping *
Praise for Elizabeth Noble * - *
Noble is the mistress of the tearjerking message of love * Express *
A wonderfully well-written book, full of emotion * Daily Mail *
Deliciously readable * Times *
Impossible to finish without tears streaming down your face * Daily Express *
Honest and beautifully written * Woman & Home *
Witty, affectionate and unashamedly tear-jerking * Red *
Witty, pacy and immediately engaging * Glamour *
So fluid, the pages turn themselves * Daily Mirror *
Tissues are essential. You'll ricochet between delicately watering eyes at the romance of it all and howling sobs at the unbearable tendernes * Heat *