SHARE Anita Sethi is taking me along one of Manchester’s inner-city canal towpaths, marvelling at the yellow Erythronium flowers lining the water’s edge that seem to radiate the warm April sunshine. “See, it’s just like Venice,” she quips, before this surprise urban calm is interrupted by honking geese angrily clearing a way for fluffy goslings. They look for all the world that they’re embarking on their maiden voyage. “Look at them,” Sethi says . “Aren’t they cute? A nice metaphor for my book, too. New life, not doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. How wonderful.”