Raised on his grandfather's strange stories, our hero gradually grows out of believing them until a terrible day in Florida that sends him spiraling into a kind of mental breakdown. He travels with his father to a remote Welsh island where his grandfather lived during the War, discovering the ruins of a once-grand old house destroyed by a single German bomb, killing everyone inside, finally putting to rest the strange and hauntingly unreal tales of his childhood. Then he meets the children who should have died on September 3rd 1940.

Very well written indeed, this is illustrated with spooky and unsettling vintage photographs. I must say, I found the narrator a little unlikable at times, though this didn't harm the book, it's a little wry that I identified with the poor old dad, caught between and cut off from his peculiar father and his peculiar son, struggling to achieve something and inevitably abandoned and left in the dark yet again.