<p>'A tender and graceful study of parents and children, and a finely judged and measured attempt to capture the flitting, quicksilver shapes of what we keep and what we lose: the touch, the tone, the gaze of the past as it fades. It is a moving and beautifully achieved memoir, and a testament to the writer's skill and generosity of spirit.' ?Hilary Mantel<br>Before the devastating 'loss of her marbles', Mrs Royle, a nurse by profession...