A Risk Worth Taking – Robin Pilcher
I was given this book by a good friend – and on their recommendation, read it. Normally, a book like this wouldn’t even get a second look from me on the booksellers shelf, which is terrible. Why? The cover is boring (mine doesn’t have the same cover as this Amazon one) – terribly shallow of me, I know, but a front cover to me needs to be eye catching and appeal to someone my age, which it doesn’t. It tars itself with the “older person’s book” brush. To be fair, it was a pensioner that gave me the book, but an incredibly young at heart one!
Anyway, A Risk Worth Taking focusses on Dan Porter, an unemployed ex City boy. He and his family live in a beautiful home in Clapham. Since Dan lost his job, things at home have been strained. His wife Jackie has a very good job and is supporting the family as best she can, but is becoming increasingly exasperated by Dan’s apparent lack of interest in getting another job.
Having lost close friends and colleagues in the 9/11 disaster, Dan doesn’t want to go back into that line of work, and is looking for a new challenge. However, the excuse that he’s looking for the right job is beginning to wear thin. Marital relations are strained. His two daughters appear to hate him as they were forced to leave the school they loved due to lack of funds; and his son Josh doesn’t seem to notice anything much as he lies in his stinking bed all day, then goes to his high flying job at Tesco – stacking shelves.
Then one day fate intervenes. Dan reads an article in a woman’s magazine he’s mistakenly picked up, and hearing about a business that’s being sold, his interest is piqued. After a little research, he ups sticks and travels to Scotland to assess the situation of the business with a view to buying it. One misunderstanding, and one special meeting later, and Dan’s back on the sleeper to London.
But then he receives a phone call summoning back to Scotland. Will his life change forever? Only one way to find out…
This is a fantastic book. Pretty vanilla stuff, no filthy bits at all – it’s cleaner than your average chick lit. But I was surprised when I reminded myself it had been written by a man, because there seemed to be no bias either way. It wasn’t a ‘girly’ book, but by the same token it wasn’t overly masculine. It was quite simply, a great read and I’d recommend it to anyone with a love of reading. A beautiful and touching story.