The Shop on Main
Comfort Crossing #1
Rose Quartz Press
(14 July 2014)
Sometimes, doing the right thing backfires... Bella Amaud is desperate when she learns her business and the home she lives in with her two boys is about to be whiskedout from under her. As shescrambles to maintain her fragile financial security andindependence, she fears she may lose more than just The Shop on Main and her home. Nothing is working out like Bella planned-she finds out the man she is falling for, Owen Campbell, is the businessman at the center of all her problems. Owen has secretly longed to belong-somewhere-anywhere-his whole life. When he decides to give his long-lost brother, Jake, back his birthright, he unknowingly thwarts his briefly held hope of a place where he can put down roots and a family he longs for. Nothing is working out like Owen planned-neither Bella nor Jake wants anything to do with him. How can a man who is used to being in control and a woman determined to make it all on her own find a way to happiness? The Shop on Main is Book One of the Comfort Crossing series. Bella and her best friends, Jenny and Becky Lee, navigate the heartaches and triumphs of love and life in thesmall southern town of Comfort Crossing, Mississippi.
This is another storyline which doesn’t make logical sense and was never explained.
If her husband wanted the divorce, and she was not in any way in the wrong:
Why wasn’t he paying her sufficient alimony and child support to enable her to live in the style to which she and the children were accustomed?
And, why wasn’t she still living in the family home?
Any good divorce lawyer/judge would have allocated these items to her without fail.
So bearing that in mind, the remainder of the story doesn’t make sense as the original premise on which it is based doesn’t.
At no point does she even fight for herself – any lawyer would take on her case for a percentage as she was so clearly in the wrong.
This type of story, where the women are lacking in spine and any ability to think logically and clearly annoy me.
9 Mar 2017
‘I’ve lived through ten iOS upgrades on my Mac – and that’s just something I use to muck about on Twitter. Surely capitalism is due an upgrade or two?’
When Caitlin Moran sat down to choose her favourite pieces for her new book she realised that they all seemed to join up. Turns out, it’s the same old problems and the same old ass-hats.
Then she thought of the word ‘Moranifesto’, and she knew what she had to do…
This is Caitlin’s engaging and amusing rallying call for our times. Combining the best of her recent columns with lots of new writing unique to this book, Caitlin deals with topics as pressing and diverse as 1980s swearing, benefits, boarding schools, and why the internet is like a drunken toddler.
And whilst never afraid to address the big issues of the day – such as Benedict Cumberbatch and duffel coats – Caitlin also makes a passionate effort to understand our 21st century society and presents us with her ‘Moranifesto’ for making the world a better place.
The polite revolution starts here! Please.
I started reading this book and giggled and then I didn’t.
I didn’t giggle when Caitlin talked about Wolverhampton as I knew it from first hand experience when I taught there for 2 years. And so I felt that I knew those families and those children.
I didn’t giggle when she wrote about the so-called bedroom tax.
We are lucky we own our flat. And so on nights when I can’t sleep due to my disability I can use the 2nd bedroom to allow my husband to rest. Sleeping peacefully can be 2 ideas that don’t link for me -I am always restless and awake a lot. So we need our 2nd bedroom. And it permits visitors!
I was a ‘lucky’ working class child as my father worked. So did my grandfather until he was over 70. We needed the money in our multi-generational household to pay the mortgage we had to take out when our house owner wanted to sell. At that after some 30 years of renting from him. 4 adults and 2 children in 2.25 bedroom house. With no central heating until after we bought!
I was lucky in that I was able to obtain a full grant to go to university which paid tuition and some board and lodging. Topped up by the work I did each holiday of course otherwise I could never afford the rent on the mice infested house I shared with several other students! And university moved me up a ‘class’ into being a professional.
I remember celebrating Thatcher’s educational achievement of removing the milk from Primary school children – the milk that enabled my generation to grow bigger than our parents – with a large bonfire in the city square and burning her effigy! All the while chanting ‘Milk Snatcher Thatcher’.
So do I agree with everything that Caitlin writes? No, of course not. But her Times’ columns are the first thing my husband and I read on a Saturday. And so much of what she says or rants about fit in with our backgrounds and political and social leanings – being the leftie liberals we are with our theatre and music and art visits. Yes, I am now far from my working class background which was also far from her experiences, but still her words resonate and make me think.
Small Great Things
women's fiction, contemporary fiction
Hodder & Stoughton; 01 edition
(11 Oct. 2016)
When a newborn baby dies after a routine hospital procedure, there is no doubt about who will be held responsible: the nurse who had been banned from looking after him by his father.
What the nurse, her lawyer and the father of the child cannot know is how this death will irrevocably change all of their lives, in ways both expected and not.
Small Great Things is about prejudice and power; it is about that which divides and unites us.
It is about opening your eyes.
As Jodi Picoult says herself in her article in the Times newspaper on Monday 28th November 2016, this book takes her into a sphere of life she hadn’t known. And takes many of her readers there too. Including myself.
Picoult says she thought she had black friends but had never discussed racism with them, and how it had affected them. She hints that racism is less prevalent in the UK than in the US, and that the US is more racist than it is comfortable to think about.
As a liberal white North Londoner who has never concerned herself about her friends’ colour or religion, her comments hit me hard. I too had never thought to discuss prejudice with my Muslim and black friends. I really don’t notice colour I tell myself and yet am surprised to even contemplate that they are a different colour from me – does everyone appear ‘white’ to me? Is this reverse racism? And is it any better?
I had to ask my Muslim friend if she had encountered any racism and she had but at an airport and soon settled she said. But she said she had heard of others having more trouble. Is that because she is female and they are male I wonder? Or is it because she is an articulate Londoner with a great education who is comfortable in speaking out and wouldn’t stand any nonsense?
Is it because we live in London I wondered? and then reflected on Zadie Smith’s book NW, which I had recently seen televised. I live only half a mile from where this was based and asking local friends they say it was not too far from the truth, at least in 2012 when the book was written. Surely these events couldn’t reoccur? Or could they? Our local garden group has 1 black member and 1 Asian member. Where are the others? Is it that they can’t afford to live in our rather nice conservation area enclave?
You read the book and say ‘this couldn’t happen here’. This is London. London is a multi-cultural, multi-ethnic society – at least on the surface but what lies beneath? Jodi Picoult makes you question this. ‘Look at your bookshelf’ Picoult says. Do you read black authors? Do you even know what colour the authors you read are? She says we are limiting ourselves to people who look and sound like us, and the way we grow is from those who are different from us.
So the book has a story to tell not just about the nurse and her experiences and the trial, but also about ourselves and the way we look at the world in which we live and who we encounter and what we do with that experience.
This is a book that must be on everyone shelves to be read and considered – it has a message, but is also well written, well researched and stylistically excellent.
Love Released, Book One
April 8, 2015
Love Released Book One is the first in a series titled Women Of Courage. The serial tells the story of Cora Williams and Sheriff Virgil Carter as their relationship develops. The serial is best if the books are read in order. EMOTIONALLY GRIPPING! She's running from a past, he's duty-bound to protect her. He stands on the other side of sorrow and despair with a love so vast and strong it reaches to into her soul and sparks the courage to become the woman she dares. Cora Williams is an ex-con with no place to go but Gibbs City, Missouri. A small mid-western town where she hopes to remain undisturbed and unobtrusive. With her nephew Jack, her wants are simple, to hide from the horrors of her past. Sheriff Virgil Carter is a WW2 veteran with demons of his own, but Parker County is his to protect. That includes a young, beautiful woman newly released from prison who longs to be left alone. Love often comes like sleep, softly, quietly and unexpectedly. You just have to close your eyes and dream.
This is the first book in a very long serial (at least 8 books) where a number of women of courage are explored as part of a continuing storyline.
It is set in 1950s small town USA – where redneck attitudes prevail and there is a an amount of resentment and anger from men who have come back from the war to find the economy tanking and no jobs for them.
Our heroine in book 1 was a surgeon who was sent to prison – as orchestrated by her father – for what was apparently attempted murder. But she is released after 5 years, early.
In this age, qualifying as a surgeon, let alone as a female surgeon was very difficult and expensive. Such a woman attracted a great deal of attention, resentment and envy.
When released from prison she finds that her father has emptied her bank accounts – to pay for her lawyers he claims even though he is very wealthy – thrown away all her clothes, and ensured that she cannot get her medical licence back or work in a hospital.
She is now penniless and homeless.
She is helped by servants to obtain some clothes and is given a ride to the dilapidated house she inherited from her aunt in this very small town we mentioned.
She arrives with no more clothes than those on her back – and – her nephew! Her father had been looking after her sister’s child – in a very grudging way, never seeing him and letting nannies look after him – but once she is released from prison, he decides that it is her job to look after the child.
He even made her the legal guardian of the child.
And so she has to find a way to survive, with courage, for herself and the child.
And in this town she meets several women who have a very hard life. And she forms very strong bonds with them as support her through these trials.
The story tells us about small towns and the lies and gossip that they are rife with. About secrets and that what is on the surface is often not what is underneath.
And gradually, bits and pieces of what life in the women’s prison emerge. Where guards were largely unchecked in their behaviour. And as result, what happened to the women in their charge.
I find this a compelling look into life for women in prison at the time and the power that men still had over their life.
This book was given to me by the author for review.