Francesca Rhydderch is certain that she’s chronically ill, but her doctors disagree. Twelve months later she can’t even walk down thestreet, and her latest consultant is still suggesting that her neurological problems will just go away on their own. Then she comesacross a specialist who changes the course of her illness. She may well be in danger of fighting a losing battle – with time, memory, herself – but she learns there are ways to live in the presentby making peace with the past.Some names have been changed to protect privacy."A delicate masterpiece. In precise yet lambent prose, Francesca Rhydderch’s memoir is a painfully beautiful portrait of not just her life, but also the fundamentals of all our lives. A quiet, clear-eyed mediation on family, childhood, illness, grief, literature and love. Moving and illuminating in equal measure, there are scenes, lines and phrases from It Might Not be True that will remain with me for a very long time." – Owen Sheers"Beautifully subtle and moving, vivid in its painful present and reaching deep into the past…" – Tessa Hadley“They say time stops still in moments of crisis, yet in this intimate and poignant portrait Rhydderch uses her craft to demonstrate a morecomplex distortion in which time stretches and gapes, shrinks andmagnifies, passes and returns in sequences that cohere a past, thepresent and a future. This evocative little gem truly provides a lifelesson.” Charlotte Williams
