Maggsie McNaughton’s Second Chance by Frances Maynard
English | 2019 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 1.9 Mb
Maggsie McNaughton’s : The first step was learning to read, but if she really wants to turn her life around, Maggsie is going to have to trust other people – and that might just be the hardest lesson she’s ever faced . . .
Small and dyslexic, with a short fuse, bad teeth, a prison record and something to prove, Marguerite McNaughton – Maggsie – doesn’t need anybody or anything, thank you very much. She’s more than capable of looking after herself. She’s also about to discover that everyone needs someone, sometimes. Even her. The thing about trusting others, though, is that not everyone is trustworthy…
It starts when a fellow inmate gives Maggsie reading lessons. Then she’s offered a job in London as a kitchen assistant, together with supported accommodation and a colleague who seems determined to befriend Maggsie, no matter what.
At first, Maggsie is convinced nothing will change. Especially her. But maybe this time can be different? Maybe Maggsie can be different – if she can just put her previous mistakes behind her and her trust in the right people.
Maggsie McNaughton’s Second Chance, by Frances Maynard, is an uplifting, heartwarming novel about the power of friendship and the written word, perfect for fans of Eleanor Oliphant, Three Things about Elsie and Elizabeth is Missing.
“So what I call myself is Maggsie M. That’s what I put on forms. If the pen-pusher that’s asking for it looks disapproving, I just give them a go-fry-yourself stare. I don’t say I can’t read because then their eyebrows go up and there’s a pause. Take my word for it. They don’t say anything, but they always give you that look.
The Job Centre wanted me to come right out and say I was dyslexic in job interviews. But even if I could say the ruddy word, you’re having a laugh, aren’t you, if you think I’m going to. Not something you boast about, is it? Admit to any kind of weakness and you’re done for, in my experience.
You’re probably good at all that Job Centre stuff, forms and that – wouldn’t be reading a book otherwise, would you? Bet you’re not as good as me at looking out for yourself, though. That’s something I am OK with. Well, more than OK. Had to be with my background. Nobody else likely to do it for me, is there?
Shouting down pillocks that make remarks about my size is the sort of thing I mean. ‘Poison dwarf’ I’ve had to put a stop to more than once.
I call it being firm but other people say different. I had to do an anger management course, last stretch, and the one before. They learnt us to breathe out slower and not to use actual violence. I’ve pretty much got it sorted now. Got both the anger management certificates in my holdall.
That’s the way things were. But just when I was getting on with it, same as always, something unexpected turned up.
An opportunity, they said. A door opening.
Didn’t expect it to be an actual door, or to be plunged head first into an emergency situation, but there you go.”