I do not have the personal experience of parenting an autistic child, but I understand emotion and the inability to control a situation, the feeling hI do not have the personal experience of parenting an autistic child, but I understand emotion and the inability to control a situation, the feeling helplessness and despair. The Lam family suffered the gamut of this to the extreme.
The book opens with Harry’s behaviours and how impossible it was for him to carry out SO MANY everyday tasks. Porscia acclimatised to accommodating the hundreds (more?) of ideas to encourage Harry to eat, wear shoes, tolerate a crumb, a wet item of clothing, to EAT. These were desperate tasks to nurture a growing child. The intake of anything nutritious virtually nil. The strict amount of what he WOULD eat, and HOW this would be delivered was heartbreaking in the rigidity.
Then there were the social clues, the lack of. Family members could not assist, he needed almost exclusive access to his parents. Then quickly the family turned from a unit of 3 to 4 in the blink of an eye. How would they cope? To attend to a new human when their lives were entrenched and enmeshed with this fantastical routine that is their life? This morphed into something almost elusive, impossible. DESPERATE . I FELT this.
The author’s ability to tell her story was innate, I felt the horror of what their lives were for a period of years.
A successful and regimented lawyer and doctor duo, a world further smashed apart by Covid. Commencing a new job on the first day of lockdown, trying to work through next level live Zoom tantrums, to parent 2 under 2 while maintaining love for her husband while both sets of parents unable/unwilling to help.
The need for change was inescapable, the author researched, scrolled with the expected stories of doom, and realised a highly controversial step was needed to save her sanity. Her son COULD NOT communicate with the world, the flow on effects with her relationships and her own self-worth were severe.
Did he really think he could resurrect his former life? What was there to enjoy about hanging out with people who offered trite sympathy through comments like, 'Oh, I know! Tommy is such a picky eater too!'? I couldn't handle it. I built a fortress and shut myself in.
Only now recognising her default position of achieving at all costs, pushing through without self-preservation she found herself in perilous physical and emotional territory. I wanted to justify my own existence, my lack of employment, and why, once an abundance of potential, I had been laid to waste. The narrative carried the reader into the inner self with ease.
To unlock the child within, this family used a resource that is controversial. The author explained why, conversely she explained the changes from then (decades ago) and now, and how this terribly slow and painful method worked. Without it her son would not be a functioning child today, putting his shoes on to go outside, tolerating change, integrating with the world. To play, to explore and to simply be.
She knows there will be naysayers, and so do I, given the in-depth reasons she so eloquently portrayed. This treatment worked for Harry, but my goodness, this was an extremely hard road and I do not think many could have come out the other side.
My intention is not to discuss the treatment; I wanted to portray the struggle. To highlight that it worked for this family. I champion Porscia’s resilience and dogged determination to achieve for her son, but I also see not many would have the means to access this treatment due to cost of finance and time.
The author was losing herself, almost losing her mind, and sought the treatment her family needed, which importantly, was not singularly for Harry.
ABA had painstakingly built a bridge that allowed Harry to connect with us, his family, and ultimately, with the rest of the world. As a result, it dramatically improved our lives, too. The wellbeing of those caring for an autistic child is often perilously cast aside as an afterthought.
Thank you Porscia, for my early copy to read and review, this is a valuable tool to help others. A beautifully written piece of work, at times hard to read but wholly necessary. I highly recommend....more
What a knockout! This is the kind of book I would not pick up off the shelf, but I would happily say to the author ‘yes please’. Why so? I like to broWhat a knockout! This is the kind of book I would not pick up off the shelf, but I would happily say to the author ‘yes please’. Why so? I like to broaden my horizons, that is why. I like to avoid being stuck. So, thank you, for sending me a copy my way. I am very much a creature of comfort, this sometimes impedes my experience, in reading and in life.
This was so bizarre, in a good way. Ghost Cities dwells in a league of its own. As I never read books in this genre (I don’t know what genre to apply) I probably have missed a lot of it. It was hilarious, both in the telling, and in the fact that it made me feel lost and funny all at once. Laughing more at myself here. Siang Lu is clever, this is brilliant writing, funny, outrageous and charming.
Precocious in the usage of over-the-top words, and a dual narrative that adds even more to the quirk of this unique book. Xiang is fired from his role as a translator, it turns out Google translate is his MO, he’s banished to a Ghost City and has become a #badchinese. I loved how frowned upon he was by those in power, but I liked him a lot. I felt the pretentious vibe all the way.
My attempt to synopsize this book is absolutely no good as I can’t do it justice, but I do recommend this as a witty and well written novel. On completion of this read I was in awe and sat quietly thinking. So many ways our interpretation can take us on a journey.
3.5-4 stars.
With my thanks to the author for sending me a copy to read and review....more
Books seem to land in my lap that are close to my heart, and close to my experience. James & Elle tells the story of a tightly bound family in geograpBooks seem to land in my lap that are close to my heart, and close to my experience. James & Elle tells the story of a tightly bound family in geographic locations I’m familiar with, which was lovely.
We are reading heavy themes here, and the truth in the way in which they take hold are quite common is sad, confronting and overwhelming. Especially when it is your family that is suffering. The author is upfront, real though still gracious in the telling.
This work is autofiction, which has not been part of my repertoire, it is a blend of true story and nonfiction. Being the devote of nonfiction that I am, my curiosity knows that the truth in this story is real, complex, layered and very painful.
PTSD, trauma, and addiction are well informed and close companions, I appreciate Casey Rae’s ability to tell this story with candour and strength. There is much sadness here, but the lightness is that this is juxtaposed with a hope and love that I hold true to be possible as I absorbed the final words.
Family struggle, events that happen when we are small and vulnerable, and life’s circumstance as these issues go untreated are heartbreaking and given this is not a standard memoir, I held my breath in some scenes, truly wanting portions to not be true. One health care professional bitterly disappointed me.
James military service, his accident combined with incidents in childhood are a serious mix, his sister Elle was always there for him, waiting for the time to surrender to addiction. I think deep down she knew he could only stop when he was ready, she could not carry the alcoholic. In other deeply serious areas of her experience Elle refused to espouse vindictiveness or spite, I loved her for this.
A small book in physicality only, James & Elle’s story made me reflect on my own while also giving me joy in their positive sibling relationship and hope for better things for us all.
Thank you, Casey Rae, for sending me a physical copy to review, it’s affirming when an author can see where a reader’s interests lie. This is a beautifully written book. I have not read one quite like it....more
History high school has failed us, my daughter agrees: “Sugar coated stories that just glorify the colonists, not telling the truth about the indigenoHistory high school has failed us, my daughter agrees: “Sugar coated stories that just glorify the colonists, not telling the truth about the indigenous” She is getting to know the land discussed in this book, and I’m so pleased to share this book with my family. Meticulously researched, this book should be on high school/tertiary reading lists.
The real story of how Melbourne came to be, the murky stories behind this birth show many confronting issues. Central to this is William Buckley, a gentle giant, a convict charged for ‘handling stolen Irish cloth’. I felt a great affinity for the man, as the story is told over decades. The strong labouring man from Cheshire with the world at his feet.
He had arrived. If his new friends weren't quite yet to his taste, the same can't be said for his new environment, which when he arrived was turning on its spring bounty. It was ruggedly beautiful yet perfectly and purposely nurtured, a landscape graced by countless generations who had moulded and cultured it into a home. Beautiful!
Living alongside the Wadawurrung for over 30 years, after courageously fleeing his desire for freedom so great; almost to perish. Welcomed into the clan, regarded as a ghost and living harmoniously, a wonder to them all. This was never to be a forever story, as the colonists encroached settle lands they did not know, annihilating indigenous food sources that had been so perfectly aligned for generations before.
This story can’t be joyful, but there were moments of light with natural language creating enjoyable pockets. The posseand War was declared when one of their own was killed.. it represented a threat to themselves, the monied squattocracy. And this, referring to Buckley’s small wife, I loved. When they walked out together, she couldn’t reach his arm, so he tied a handkerchief to his elbow, ensuring she would be attached.
Well used up by his white kinsman as the go between with the indigenous to trade land for goods, to maintain unattainable promises, and to provide guidance on a land never to be understood. Arthur, of course, had his ear to the ground and was advising Batman accordingly. I love this!
To snuff out the waft of rebellion, some wild ideas were at the fore. Out there, the convicts were told, you'd be taking your chances with man-eaters. It was one of the best pieces of propaganda the British - and, indeed, most Europeans - had ever invented, a fear so indelibly stamped into the convict psyche that it was rarely questioned.
Highlighting the mutual respect: The nervous, quiet giant suddenly took command.. Gellibrand saw a new light come into Buckley’s eyes. He called out the names of places and greeted the land as the horses rushed past. Sometimes he was speaking in English, at other times the local tongue. ..once they saw the unmistakable white giant, started running towards him. The children made for him first, screaming at the top of their voices… It was a collision of love. Buckley was picking up the children and throwing them gently on top of each other, wrestling with them in the grass, and singing to them in the grass, and singing to them in a language Gillibrand couldn’t understand. The lawyer stood transfixed, watching Buckley being smothered in adoration.
My aim here was to impress upon you William the man, and the brilliant way Adam Courtenay bought it together on the page for me. Thank you Adam, for my physical copy. A new author to add to my repertoire of knowledge....more
Ryan McNeil works in the murky power muddled world of legislature in Albany New York. He is the chief of staff to a man with all the lines, Samatos. MRyan McNeil works in the murky power muddled world of legislature in Albany New York. He is the chief of staff to a man with all the lines, Samatos. Money, sex, power and greed rule the world here, and men are on top in every way. It really is a man’s world. Thus the title I guess.
I was interested in the subject matter as I had not read a book like this before; it was compelling and easy reading. Short chapters meant I could read ‘just one more’ before turning off the light.
Two women seven years apart go missing, and Ryan is implicated in this, and innocent with pretty good morals compared to all the rest. Ryan is no angel, but he believes in innocence and truth, and would very much like to prove it here when it becomes very clear he is being framed. Ryan is married to a cold woman, who shows no love at all, which is sad as Ryan really isn’t a bad man. We see him oscillate between respect and frustration with his relationship with Samatos, who often shows his ‘wolf like’ grin.
No characters are likeable (which I often take issue with), I did in the most like Ryan, but he was floored, but the least floored of an awful bunch. The storyline was engrossing, but the further it progressed, I was left more troubled regards to happenstance and things becoming more and more farfetched.
What did work for me was the interesting world of American politics – is it really that corrupt? I guess so! The easy writing style and the ease of which I could pick up and put down this book.
What I found more troubling or just not to work for me to well was the man centric vibe. Men wanting to get off, and to hell with the consequences. I know the characters were not angels and the men were meant to be quite awful, but the kind of ‘I want this’ attitude, and I will get felt a little morally questionable or alarming. It felt obviously written by a man.
One scene was to show someone returning to the scene of the crime and was interrupted. The interruption came in the way of a couple, two young woman, about to have sex for the first time. Just not too sure about this.
I initially was planning this to be a four star read, but it lost me a little toward the last third, but I happily give this a 3.5★ rating as it was a topic I have never broached before and was interested and read the book quite quickly.
A little tighter editing may have been needed, with some minor grammatical issues. Some less important irritants were everyone smoked. I feel Ike that’s really not a thing anymore, but the time setting was vague, which again challenged my quirks, and women characters called the men brutes frequently. That’s not (to me) a term used by younger women.
With many thanks to the author for sending a signed physical copy for me to review....more
Dr Lisa Myers and her family suffered a personal trauma and significant loss. Part of her recovery and healing process was to turn her experience intoDr Lisa Myers and her family suffered a personal trauma and significant loss. Part of her recovery and healing process was to turn her experience into words in hope of helping others. This memoir is no means a page turner, it is written simply and was easy to pick up and put down – which always suits me. I added an extra star for the supportive nature for which it serves.
It’s always good to be reminded about the perilousness of mental health, the stigmas, and the importance of looking after ourselves just in the same way as we would cancer or diabetes for example, and I believe this is often forgotten.
…we are sick in the head, crazy or ‘nuts’. Carrying a bit too much weight doesn’t appear as shameful as having borderline personality traits or being on the autistic spectrum. We are quick to judge variances in mental health than we are with physical health. Again I relate, as being the judged.
Though the author has vast experience in her field of psychiatry, she states often this doesn’t mean she is immune; she herself has sought therapy and has learned a lot. On her story I share it in the hope that it might help you navigate your own path through your trauma.
The author realises after the violent loss of her father, what her patients have experienced, she now can understand more fully. She also issues a caution about the content and to tread carefully and always seek support if needed, and is quick to say what she has suffered isn’t the worst thing in human suffering, as she has seen a lot.
I found this so interesting, and I can relate. That is what trauma does – it creates a bitsy narrative because a frightened mind cannot be present enough to process and integrate a complete experience. The words the author uses break down more complex ideas into real life ideas. I knew a doctor that was very good at this, too. It’s helpful to those that find things hard to grasp in the throes of crisis.
As a parent, Dr Myers has a lot of simple information and reflection. Again, I found this helpful. Teenagers don’t need us to reinforce their already heightened feeling of being different. They need us to see their beautiful qualities and admire their strength of character. All it takes is for us to imagine and empathise with how tough it is to be a teenager these days.. They are not assisted by us finding fault with them.. As the adults, we are the ones who must discern the fine line between pushing them out of their comfort zone and celebrating their station in life. It requires careful and constant monitoring of our own feelings and motivations
I liked that her beloved Dad taught her a lot about life, and in hindsight she was able to reflect on these things, the more she went on her journey, and I think this would have all come out as part of the writing process. I feel I am similar to one of the observations about superficiality in empathy and understanding others pain, when people judge without walking in their shoes and without all the facts.
As the profession of psychiatry is a strong thread in this book, it comes to mind (to me) how hard it is to afford the services of a good professional in this area, as I know a lot of people that could benefit but just can’t afford it. This is not a reflection of the book but it certainly is an issue today. I’ve not read a memoir like this and I hope others can benefit from reading it.
This is a great quote:That’s when I remind myself that resilience grows fastest watered by life not going to plan.
With my sincere thanks to the author for my physical copy to read and review; I have already had a friend ask where they can read this which is very pleasing. This is a book full of personal experience and a lot laid bare, a courageous thing to achieve....more
Diane Kelly was so generous in posting me a bundle of goodies with a signed copy of her book all the way from North Carolina - to Australia! I felt soDiane Kelly was so generous in posting me a bundle of goodies with a signed copy of her book all the way from North Carolina - to Australia! I felt so spoilt – and it arrived the day before another package from The States. I consider myself to be a very lucky reader, and what beats snail mail?
I have not read a cosy mystery; would I be mistaken for calling them a wholesome type of story? Also, a nice change was the age of the female protagonist, Misty had just turned 50, fresh off divorce she purchased a cabin where she had previously holidayed and enjoyed doing this up while Misty the feline kept her company. She was a good project manager, and this all came together quickly and effectively with the help of friendly and affable Rocky along with his trusty canine companion Molasses. A very tame testing of the waters in some possible flirtation, this was done nicely.
The first paying customers were a yoga group on a retreat, things were going nicely, Misty and her faithful, if not slightly eccentric housekeeper Brynn had a good working relationship and Misty’s dream of running a successful business were coming true. There was even a feisty Nascar driver who could have been good free advertising on his socials had he ever got the name of the lodge right! But this luck didn’t continue as the spiteful owner was found dead, under Rocky’s new deck of all things!
This was wholesome easy reading, with lots of ideas and sleuthing from Misty. I didn’t guess the killer as I was kept busy with all of this detective work from Misty.
The names were fun, they suited the environment, and the Greasy Griddle across the road was a cute edition as well. With many thanks to Diane, and my friend Kerrin who featured real life pictures on her blog on the areas which this book is set which led me to hearing about this series. It was a fun cosy ride....more
This book was kindly sent to me by the author. I did not finish reading it, the subject matter is pretty intense and sometimes this can be a tad heavyThis book was kindly sent to me by the author. I did not finish reading it, the subject matter is pretty intense and sometimes this can be a tad heavy for a reader. The author has made a brave and courageous effort at being honest with her story telling, and if her candid nature can help others, how good is that?
With many thanks to Dawn S'Espoire for sending my a physical copy of her memoir....more
Rosa Fedele is always trusted to produce a creative, witty, fabulous and very ‘Aussie’ tale. I was graciously furnished with a hard copy for review (aRosa Fedele is always trusted to produce a creative, witty, fabulous and very ‘Aussie’ tale. I was graciously furnished with a hard copy for review (along with some lovely postcard illustrations), and what a lovely book to hold in my hands. Rosa is one of those enigmas [to me]. An accomplished illustrator, her work is divine, soulful and full of depth. The characters were almost touchable women as their images were scattered through the pages.
Being a child of the 80’s, as was the case with the author’s debut, Australian sayings are all through this one, pop culture references, television shows; even ‘Absoloodle’ from one of my favourite Bryce Courtenay makes an appearance.
One must be able to suspend belief here and hurriedly keep up with a myriad of characters, but I think that is all part of the appeal with this one. I will just quietly say I did have trouble keeping up – not helped by an unusual reading slump I have been coasting along of late – my fault, not the authors.
Thank you Rosa, your style is unique and refreshing. It is nice to see such individualism. What a flair!...more
Virginie has written this to me on the title page.. 'To Suzanne, may these stories take you to a delicious and yet mysterious world'. After havingVirginie has written this to me on the title page.. 'To Suzanne, may these stories take you to a delicious and yet mysterious world'. After having met her, I'm very intrigued. She is quirky and vibrant! This should be good <3
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This was as quirky as Virginie. Cute and cheeky stories with a twist, combined with heartfelt stories of her past - raising her daughter, living a Parisian life! This would have been a fun process to write I imagine, and I enjoyed the funny stories combined with the quirkiness.
I can't cook though - how depressing! Maybe V needs to give me some lessons. Lovers of fine food with a story behind it would really like this.
Thanks for my copy Virginie, I can see your bubbles of personality shine through here. I'm green with good envy how the author has such creativity and vision - oh, and did I say she can cook? I went to a French patisserie on the weekend, had the most gorgeous crepes. It is honestly like an art form...
There is something here to suit tastes of all shapes and sizes. Comedy, culinary, history. Sensuality. Bon Appetite everyone!
Always good to learn new things. Connie's philosophy is so calming and visionary, that having met her I can see she had worked hard at gaining her staAlways good to learn new things. Connie's philosophy is so calming and visionary, that having met her I can see she had worked hard at gaining her state of perfect imperfectness! (If I can even use that word?!). I like her positivity and calming aura. This short memoir style/self help book is an honest account of a life full of highs and lows; and how one can reach their happy medium. I think it takes strength of character and a caring nature to share a story of one's life, that would be hard to revisit; in hope of helping others. With thanks to the author for my personalised signed copy....more
“He had a feeling something was happening, a bad something”. “This was it, all or nothing”.
Thank you to the author for my copy. This was a funny littl“He had a feeling something was happening, a bad something”. “This was it, all or nothing”.
Thank you to the author for my copy. This was a funny little one. Lots of ‘stupid shit’ and ‘slime ball’ type references. This isn’t my genre so it was an interesting topic to read about. Gypsy is a psychic and it turns out that a couple of the ensemble cast are clever in this regard, too.
This was a quick and light hearted read that I did not take too seriously. A couple of inconsistencies, namely an alcoholic that hadn’t had a drink for quite some time was having a drink at the start of the book. A rabbit trap even made an appearance! Gypsy was happy in the end so that’s a good thing.
I almost forgot to mention how much I love this cover!...more
I can safely say it was the first and only time I’ve met the author of a memoir. It was lovely meeting Margaret Gerada, and I thank her sincerely for I can safely say it was the first and only time I’ve met the author of a memoir. It was lovely meeting Margaret Gerada, and I thank her sincerely for providing me with a copy to read and review. Straight up I noticed the lovely title, and was able to ask her about her own “Mr Happy Feet”.
This was a simply told memoir with just the right amount of information, not dramatic, but plainly told and eloquently stated. I read this in one day and my interest was captivated, I was intrigued to know how this would pan out. Margaret has achieved a lot having raised her two young children single handedly. These were trying times in the 60’s and 70’s of Australia where things just weren’t accepted like they are today. They just were not discussed at all, leaving Margaret and her kids very much in the dark.
So when I experience an almost daily drama where I think things just are too hard, my kids are playing up and I think I can’t do anything right, perhaps I should think of Margaret’s story and that will remind me that I can be grateful for my easy life and supportive husband. The themes that are discussed here have some personal impact on my family history, and this makes it easier to grasp at times.
This is a well written memoir that I recommend and do hope that whoever does happen across this will appreciate Margaret’s story just as I have. Hats off to you Margaret, I’m so glad to see you looking happy, confident and radiant just like you were in Sydney a couple of weeks ago....more
Again, I consider myself a bit of a lucky duck. I feel privileged to be asked by an author to read their book they’ve worked so hard on, and to be senAgain, I consider myself a bit of a lucky duck. I feel privileged to be asked by an author to read their book they’ve worked so hard on, and to be sent a copy. So firstly I extend my thanks to the author for this.
Literary fiction is not a genre I’m expert at, I’m not much of an expert at anything.. but reading, yes I am! I enjoy learning and in fact, it’s probably one of my most important factors to a successful reading experience.
Frank Scozzari has written a moving fictional account of one man’s attempt to simply find someone to love. What a guy he was. Straight up, trusting, giving. He finds his way to Russia and goes through a kind of comedy of errors whilst unwittingly ending this Russian sojourn with his own coming of age.
Simple and crisp, I think Mr Scozzari is very skilled at this type of descriptive writing, whilst conveying the emotions of his protagonist who is trying so hard to find something that seems to be so elusive.
I know next to nothing about Russia. “It’s a myriad of paradoxes really. It’s war, and it’s love. It’s friendly but it’s not. It’s warm but it’s cold. It’s a place of laughter and a place of tears. You can be a hero and a villain at the same time.”
Lovers of literary fiction will really enjoy this ride, a sometimes humorous one through the eyes of a man that really does deserve it!!...more
What a refreshing road this book took me on! Debut author Rosa Fedele is not only just that but is what appears, to the most uncreative person in AustWhat a refreshing road this book took me on! Debut author Rosa Fedele is not only just that but is what appears, to the most uncreative person in Australia, to be an extremely talented artist! She has treated us to a handful of her drawings throughout the book. These were fantastic additions and give the reader a sense of the foreboding, with serious drawings showing lots of emotion with what I thought to be really very spot on with the imagery of the era.
This story of intrigue leads us through the inner city of Sydney in the 1980’s, which I’ve always thought to be the daggiest time ever! Simon Le Bon, lining up at Ticketek after your parents dropped you off at 4am or some crazy time, and Mumm champagne – who knew that existed?! That’s probably got my name on it so that’s my next little mission.
I digress, what's new?! After what I began to assume was a bit of a case of ‘too much going on’ (I’m easily confused) all these happenings were really leading somewhere, and that somewhere was really very good. It was dark yet with light moments of lovely female friendship, where Madeline our stoic leading lady had some very troubling moments of her own. She is quite the woman who knows how to care for all those around her – but what about herself?
A theme I haven’t given much thought to since my own school days was featured a lot here, a culture gap that is quite wide from some immigrant families where male dominance and control is all mixed up, the women in these families are treated appallingly and have no socialisation outside of the home.
This is a quirky mystery, one that I enjoyed watching up to the finale where all the intricacies were tied up in the end. The writing was excellent and I look forward to the author’s next book. I enjoyed this just as much for the setting, the pop culture references and jargon, just as I enjoyed the story. They complimented each other.
A little tid bit that I loved: "So this kiss is for Christmas Eve." Kiss. "This one is for Christmas Day". Kiss. "This one is for New Years Eve". Slow kiss."
With my sincere thanks to the author for sending my hard copy book to read and review....more
What is causing so many horrific mass murders committed by seemingly every day folk? I was literally feeling very anxious (heart racing and also a bitWhat is causing so many horrific mass murders committed by seemingly every day folk? I was literally feeling very anxious (heart racing and also a bit of restlessness and pacing from me), pulled in and wanted to get to the end of this.. what was going on here? So of course all these things are a good sign for me. Also added in was a little touch of romance within a thriller/mystery, and I'm hooked! The writing was engaging and I was drawn to the characters. I loved the addition as Mark Ruffalo as the description of a handsome detective, by the way!
This was an interesting one for me, definitely an original premise of a story line which was great, but a couple of niggling issues left me not 100% satisfied, and really are not important issues in general, they just made me think about them a little too often. I suggest this may be a personality trait of mine!
Written by Australian Susan May to an American audience, the mention of a couple of Australian breakfast cereals namely Rice Bubbles and Cornflakes (only, yes I know, pedantic?!) then many many other Americanisms - diner, president, college, thanksgiving - initially confused me. Once I realised this was an American setting, I couldn't totally right this in my mind. I think I was disappointed it wasn't an Australian setting to be honest.
I think this is a 3.5 star read for me, lots of my Aussie friends have really liked this one.
Thanks so much to the Susan May for my free e-copy for review, I will repeat the sentiments from my friend Shelby in saying it's a lovely way to be approached by an author when you have added their book to your tbr list. Many thanks! ...more
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