I’m going to start this post with a confession – I’m not a great fan of Sadie Jones’s book. I read The Outcast this summer, I’d found it in a charity shop during a trip to Wales and fell in love with the stunning cover. The book sounded great too, set in one of my favourite decades, the 1950s, and with a glamorous lead character in the charismatic Elizabeth. But then I read it, and found that although it was beautifully written, it was also relentlessly depressing, there never seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel for poor Lewis, or the rather wonderful Kit, and even the…