The Way Home A Novel

The Way Home

What does it take to find home — and what if home turns out to be something entirely different from what you thought?

Marzipan is a cat of considerable dignity and very firm opinions. She has lived at 14 Blossom Lane in the unremarkable English market town of Stowbury-on-Avon for six and a half years, and she has absolutely no intention of going anywhere. She has her Tuesday tuna. She has her east-facing kitchen windowsill. She has a ginger tom on the garden wall to despise.

Then the boxes appear.

Told entirely from the perspective of one magnificently self-possessed tabby cat, The Way Home follows Marzipan as her family — soap-scented Gerald, gentle Sophie, sticky four-year-old Oliver — uproots their lives and moves to the Scottish Borders. What unfolds is not the story Marzipan expects: not a tale of escape or recovery, but a quiet, profound journey into what home actually means, and whether it can be rebuilt, carried, or simply recognised.

Spanning eleven years, and written with equal measures of dry wit and genuine tenderness, this is a novel about belonging — to a place, to a family, and to the life you didn't choose but slowly, entirely, make your own.

For anyone who has ever moved, lost a home, found a new one, or been loved by a cat who pretended not to notice.