It’s a long way down from the top of the church tower. If Chloe hadn’t argued with her mum, she wouldn’t be here right now, looking down, and wondering. If her parents had never met, she wouldn’t be here at all. And if her great great grandfather had refused to have his right foot amputated, he would have died of gangrene, never met his wife, never fathered a son, and the Universe would never have come up with anyone quite like Chloe Jackson. Which would be a shame.
From the 1890s to the 2020s, The Descent of Chloe Jackson clambers around in Chloe’s family tree, picking out those moments when the Universe might have taken a different path, telling the stories that, eventually, lead us up the stone spiral staircase to find Chloe on the roof of All Saints’ church tower, looking down at the graves of her ancestors.
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