A riveting read - edge of your seat stuff.  Written with vast imaginative flair and sensitivity.’  SHE MAGAZINE

‘A brilliant novel that leaves its readers emotionally drained.’ DAILY TELEGRAPH

‘Pauline Fisk, in ‘Tyger Pool’ sustains an intensity of emotional pitch that defies disbelief.  The story is a retrospective, elegiac account of how Rose, devastated by her mother’s death, sees her father become helplessly involved with Aunty Cat, who is the embodiment of evil….  The book sparkles with odd, engaging characters, and yet the sustaining texture is one of simmering passion which makes all things possible.  For all the underlying sadness of this book, it has a thread of psychological truth that makes it utterly memorable.’ TIMES EDUCATIONAL SUPPLEMENT

 

'TYGER POOL' - The Bodley Head (Red Fox paperback)

 

Rose inhabits a twilight world.  Since the death of her mother she’s barely allowed herself to feel, and her father - immersed in a life of tidiness and order - fails completely to reach out to her.  Then into her world come, firstly, the eccentric Rocket family with their warmth and laughter and, secondly, the mysterious Aunt Cat, who moves in as a lodger and has about her an aura of malevolence that only Rose recognises.  Her life is no longer the same.  It is pulled between opposing forces, each equally threatening, and as the struggle becomes clearer, Rose realises that her own battle against annihilation is a battle to save the people she’s close to as well…

AUTHOR’S NOTE

 The germ of the story came to me whilst I was staying in Sheffield on an author tour.  My hosts lived in an amazing house that had once been a silent movie cinema and contained a stage on, over and above which they’d built a series of bedrooms, installing a vast arching window in front of it, to separate these, their living quarters, from the rest of the building, which they’d turned into an artists’ studio. 

Awakening early one morning from sleeping on that stage, and looking through the window, I sensed a story waiting to be revealed.  I didn’t know what it was but I knew that, if I only got writing, I’d find my next book.