I often choose books because I am drawn to the covers. Normally, I am not disappointed; not so this time. While the cover was attractive, I really did not like this story at all. I kept at it thinking that it would redeem itself or that I would change my mind, but no such luck.Being on the othe...
Not sure what the genre is for this book. A middle aged women finding herself is what it is about. As a woman not too much younger than the author, I could relate to much of this book. We do seem to hit an age where our world doesn't revolve around our children, and some of us realize our live...
I agree with a few other reviews. while this book was well written, the love story took a back seat and the epilogue was rushed. considering the other chapters were 30+ pages I felt she could have spent a few more pages on the ending. it was easy to predict what happens next, but that's ok, I don...
It was cold and it looked like rain, but there were still a number of bored-looking mothers huddled in the playground with their children – and the man from last week. She’d hardly given him a thought, and was not altogether pleased to see him. She liked to potter on her own with Ellie and had ne...
Dorothea had been asleep most of the afternoon and looked to Flora as if she wanted to go to sleep again. ‘It’s been a bit of a nightmare day. I had a terrible argument with Alan about the clematis – the gorgeous pink one along the bottom fence, remember? He claims it’s on its last legs, but he’s...
‘The book is different in what way?’ ‘Every way. Totally different. I couldn’t write the other one. And this one just popped up instead.’ ‘ “Popped up”? OK . . . but it’s still Young Adult?’ ‘Oh, yes. Listen, read it, and then we can talk. I know Frances wanted something else, but I think this wo...
It was seven in the morning. She had posted the letter to Daniel’s father that morning – care of the ridiculous gentlemen’s club – on the way to the gym. But part of her hoped, cravenly, that he might be dead.She stood at the edge of the pool, looking at the fast swimmers’ lanes, bodies pounding ...