This novel is about two women who are in hospital. Lenni is a 17 year old who lives on the terminal ward for people with “life-limiting” conditions. Margot is an 83 year old with a heart condition, who wears purple, and is referred to as the mauve miscreant, the periwinkle perpetrator. The hundred years of the title is the sum of their ages. By coincidence I read the first part of the book while waiting at Burwood Hospital for a friend who was having a C.T. scan, which all added to the book’s atmosphere for me.
I loved the candid humour of the young dying woman, and the supportive friendship they share. They recount their lives to each other, and each story is a little gem, often very moving. Although Lenni knows she will soon die, she is able to experience Margot’s full life. In the art therapy room they illustrate their stories with the goal of producing 100 pictures before one of them dies. There are some beautiful characterisations in this very different book, which is well worth reading.
Their stories span one hundred years
provoking laughter and some tears
Ruth's Reflections 
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