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It's been some years now since I read a Jeffrey Archer novel with Kane & Able being my favourite but with all the infamy the Tory peer has received it seemed his personal life would eclipse his literary one. When I saw the first instalments of his new series The Clifton Chronicles for the bargain price of 99p I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

I delved I to the first book in the series a little unsure of what to expect, the 1980's were the height of books which charted grand family sagas but would this format stand the test of the new millennia? I have to be honest and admit I was 100% gripped, I literally could not put it down. It was so well crafted and woven together that each chapter seemed to fly past in a myriad of action and drama.

It was such a lovely story of young Harry Clifton, the dockers son who through hard work, help from friends and the love of his mother finds himself at a private boys school achieving opportunities previously out with his grasp. At the heart of the story the question as to whom his father truly was, docker Arthur Clifton or shipping magnate Hugo Barrington. It is the relationships between Harry and his mother and his friend Old Jack which truly make the book come alive and lift it above the norm, truly wonderful writing.

It was just a joy to read, Archer left the book on such a cliffhanger that it is difficult not to rush off immediately and begin book 2 but then to rush them would seem a little indulgent and besides I have 4 children who might like to have a conversation with their mother this weekend and if I begin book 2 I couldn't entirely promise them that.....