Famished By Anna Vaught – A Review

Publisher: Influx Press

Publication Date: 10th September 2020

This book is the book I’ve been waiting for for such a long time! I’ve been scouting around for a book involving food and women all with a dark edge and Famished by Anna Vaught is that book! Even more perfect is that this is a short story collection you can graze on like a word buffet or gorge on to your hearts content (there may be more food analogies throughout this review so strap in!).

This collection of 17 toothsome tales is an absolute smorgasbord of feasting fables. Each story has a somewhat dark fairytale-esque quality running through it and with first lines such as ‘Did you ever hear tell of Nanny Lovett and Pop Todd, now deceased, with one pickled and the other soused?’ luring you in, you have no choice but to lean a little closer and open your ears (and mouth) wide to accept the deliciously quirky tales.

There are times when you’ll feel your stomach rumble with the unctuous descriptions of fabulous foods, only to later recoil in revulsion at the next offering…..think ‘tripe in its nasty pool of white sauce, encircled by effulgent lumps of onion’ or ‘pots of umber sludge; pickled eggs like eyeballs, bobbing in heavily sedimented jars’.

Both of the descriptions above come from the probably the most memorable tale (for me at least) A Tale Of Tripe in which Catherine has nightly dreams about her long dead mother and grandmother, the matriarchs of the family, making her eat tripe in the pantry as a punishment. What the punishment was for Catherine can’t tell but she lives with the shadowy grey shapes of her mother and grandmother and their nasty and vicious tongues. That is until Catherine decides to take decisive action and under the tutelage of a omnipresent chef, cooks up a storm and banishes her tripe tormentors.

Shame is another firm favourite of mine, a story that will never leave me. The story of a woman in a toxic relationship in which she’s told she’s a ‘lard arse’ and inferior because of the types of food she enjoys. Nutella from the jar, spooned up by a finger, the stuck on bits of the roast potatoes from the oven dish, ‘the sunset dust in the bottom of the tortilla chip bag’.

‘I sucked a mango stone in bed. Once even brought to bed a cornet of winkles, accompanied by a corn stick with pins, for winkling, on our seaside holiday. I ate a pie in the bath….’

This glorious woman eventually breaks free and revels in her ‘low brow’ tastes. None of which are guilty pleasures to feel ashamed of. She is fabulous!

The story entitled Shadow Babies Supper freaked me out! A chilling little tale to make your skin crawl with unease, in which a woman visits the home of a neighbour who has three dolls sitting on rocking chairs in her front room which she treats as her babies.

‘And do you know, in the lap of each lovely occupant was a delicate biscuit and a shrivelling fruit, shaped by the desiccant air of the cold house…………Did you imagine it, or could you see little bites on the pretty biscuit and the desiccated fruit in each lap? And did you trace a crumb on a dainty lip or hear a mew of mastication at each little person?’

Each story sucks you in, be it a bite sized couple of pages or a more substantial snack. I gorged the whole thing in one sitting without sitting back to belch or dab daintily at my mouth with a napkin. I even cooked my own family’s evening meal whilst holding the book in one hand and continuing to feast on it. It felt very fitting that my proof copy ended up covered in saucy fingerprints and greasy stains.

These are the kinds of stories you feel yourself wanting to go back and sample again. And indeed I did, but I took my time to savour each one the second time around.

Anna Vaught’s richly vivid and descriptive prose will leave you feeling both hungry and slightly nauseated all at once.

You are all aware by now that I keep my most beloved books on my Forever Shelf and Famished will be taking up one of the coveted spots for sure. I am certain that I will return to this gem of a collection again and again. I cannot recommend it enough.

Thank you as always to the lovely Jordan and Influx Press for my review copy (even if it is now a bit battered and bruised….well loved if you will).

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

A Reading Wrap Up – September 2020

It’s that time again.

Time I got my lazy arse in gear and did a wrap up of the books I’ve read recently. These are the books I’ve read that I haven’t or won’t be doing full standalone reviews for. But they are no less worthy of a mention!

Let’s get crackin!

After The Silence by Louise O’Neill (Riverrun)


On the day of Henry and Keelin Kinsella’s wild party at their big house a violent storm engulfed the island of Inisrun, cutting it off from the mainland. When morning broke Nessa Crowley’s lifeless body lay in the garden, her last breath silenced by the music and the thunder.

The killer couldn’t have escaped Inisrun, but no-one was charged with the murder. The mystery that surrounded the death of Nessa remained hidden. But the islanders knew who to blame for the crime that changed them forever.

Ten years later a documentary crew arrives, there to lift the lid off the Kinsella’s carefully constructed lives, determined to find evidence that will prove Henry’s guilt and Keelin’s complicity in the murder of beautiful Nessa.

I really enjoyed this one! I’m a fan of Louise O’Neill’s adult books and really loved Almost Love. I’ve heard the After The Silence was heavily influenced by the very popular true crime podcast West Cork (which I recently listened to on Audible and was transfixed!). This is a multi-layered book which deals with controlling relationships, small island prejudices, judgment and misconceptions. It has a claustrophobic quality and the documentary element lends it a fresh and compelling point of view. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The End Of Alice by A.M Holmes – Scribner


The End of Alice treads the wafer-thin line between the evil and the everyday and caused a major controversy when it was first released in the US. The story centres on the correspondence of two paedophiles: one, the narrator, is a middle-aged child-killer serving his twenty-third year in prison; the other, his bland-speaking, sweet-seeming admirer, is a nineteen-year-old woman intent on seducing a young neighbourhood boy. Slowly, through these letters, the narrator’s monstrous character emerges.

Oh my word, this book! I’ve had this secondhand copy on my shelf now for a good while. I recently read and enjoyed Music For Torching by A.M Holmes so I decided to finally pick this one up. Now I knew going into this book that it involved paedophilia. Little did I know how stomach churningly graphic it would be. The thing with books like these is you can’t really say you ‘enjoyed’ it. Once I’d started reading I carried on because I was invested, but I have read many a review where the reader has had to give up due to the upsetting and sickening nature of the book. I will NEVER forget this book. Like……EVER. If you do decide to pick it up, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, DO YOUR RESEARCH!

The Nesting By C J Cooke (HarperCollins)


Deep in a remote Norwegian forest, Lexi has found a new home with architect Tom and his two young daughters. With snow underfoot and the sound of the nearby fjord in her ears, it’s as if Lexi has stepped into a fairy tale. But this family has a history – and this place has a past. Something was destroyed to build their beautiful new house. And those ancient, whispering woods have a long memory. Lexi begins to hear things, see things that don’t make sense. She used to think this place heavenly, but in the dark, dark woods, a menacing presence lurks. With darkness creeping in from the outside, Lexi knows she needs to protect the children in her care. But protect them from what?

This book really surprised me if I’m honest. When I first went into it, I wrongly assumed it would be a completely dark, gothic and creepy tale, and whilst on the whole it is, there is also a dry humour in places courtesy of our protagonist Lexi. There is certainly an unsettling undercurrent shot through with threads of chilling folklore, something which I adore. The setting and backdrop of Norway is not one I think I’ve encountered before and C J Cooke certainly does a fantastic job of describing the landscape and drawing you into another world. I really enjoyed this one. I’d recommend getting your hands on a copy and snuggling up around Halloween to immerse yourself in this ghostly tale.

Exciting Times by Naoise Dolan (W&N)


When you leave Ireland aged 22 to spend your parents’ money, it’s called a gap year. When Ava leaves Ireland aged 22 to make her own money, she’s not sure what to call it, but it involves:

– a badly-paid job in Hong Kong, teaching English grammar to rich children;
– Julian, who likes to spend money on Ava and lets her move into his guest room;
– Edith, who Ava meets while Julian is out of town and actually listens to her when she talks;
– money, love, cynicism, unspoken feelings and unlikely connections. Exciting times ensue.

I have to be honest and say that this is not usually the kind of contemporary fiction I would naturally pick up. I’d heard comparisons drawn with Sally Rooney and as most of you know I’m not a Rooney fan I’m afraid. This book however I enjoyed more than I thought I would. I bought it on a Waterstones whim and when I was feeling a little bit lost with reading in recent weeks I decided to just give it a go. It’s a quick read that I enjoyed. I have no rapturous praise, just simply I enjoyed it. I liked the exploration of language and etymology the most. The millennial element not so much but I’d still recommend it.

Mr Cadmus by Peter Ackroyd (Cannongate)


Two apparently harmless women reside in cottages one building apart in the idyllic English village of Little Camborne. Miss Finch and Miss Swallow, cousins, have put their pasts behind them and settled into conventional country life. But when a mysterious foreigner, Theodore Cadmus – from Caldera, a Mediterranean island nobody has heard of – moves into the middle cottage, the safe monotony of their lives is shattered. The fates of the two cousins and Mr Cadmus, and those of Little Camborne and Caldera, become inextricably enmeshed. Long-hidden secrets and long-held grudges threaten to surface, drawing all into a vortex of subterfuge, theft, violence, mayhem . . . and murder.

Well this one was a lovely surprise bit of book post and what a quirky, dark little tale it is! What starts out as a story with an almost fable-esque quality suddenly takes a very unsettling turn! A few people who I’ve chatted with about it have been surprised by the dark twists and turns! I found this one an eccentric and eclectic read and I’m not quite sure what else to say! Give it a whirl and see for yourself!

Summerwater by Sarah Moss (Picador)


On the longest day of the summer, twelve people sit cooped up with their families in a faded Scottish cabin park. The endless rain leaves them with little to do but watch the other residents. A woman goes running up the Ben as if fleeing; a retired couple reminisce about neighbours long since moved on; a teenage boy braves the dark waters of the loch in his red kayak. Each person is wrapped in their own cares but increasingly alert to the makeshift community around them. One particular family, a mother and daughter without the right clothes or the right manners, starts to draw the attention of the others. Tensions rise and all watch on, unaware of the tragedy that lies ahead as night finally falls.

I held off reading this one for quite a while because the world and his wife were reading and loving it and that tends to put me off picking a book up. I’d also not really enjoyed Ghost Wall, when all around me had waxed lyrical about it so I was apprehensive. But, I can safely say I really enjoyed this one. The multiple different perspectives kept it fresh and propelled the story forward. The backdrop of the unrelenting Scottish rain served as almost a character in itself. I’m sometimes not a huge fan of a stream of consciousness/inner monologue narrative as it can make me feel a bit worked up and anxious (I don’t know!) but I felt that the balance was just right here. I’ve read The Tidal Zone and Night Waking and enjoyed both of these so I really must get around to reading Bodies Of Light and Signs For Lost Children.

The Pumpkin Eater by Penelope Mortimer (Penguin Modern Classic)


Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her…’In this extraordinary, semi-autobiographical novel, Penelope Mortimer depicts a married woman’s breakdown in 1960s London. With three husbands in her past, one in her present and a numberless army of children, Mrs Armitage is astonished to find herself collapsing one day in Harrods. Strange, unsettling and shot through with black comedy, this is a moving account of one woman’s realisation that marriage and family life may not, after all, offer all the answers to the problems of living.

I had seen this book on Claire Fuller’s Instagram feed and I am always hugely interested in the books she reads as I feel we have very similar taste. The Pumpkin Eater is a strange little novel teeming with black humour. I found myself constantly wondering just how many children this woman had! It’s constantly referenced that she has many but a definite number is never settled upon. I think it’s more than 6 but less than 15……. I guess we’ll never know! This is an ‘of its time’ tale of marriage, motherhood, depression and loneliness. But don’t be put off by those weighty subjects. This book is witty, clever and captivating. I really enjoyed it.

So there we have it! Just a few of the books I’ve read recently that I wanted to mention to you.

My reading is extremely up and down at the moment. I’m either eating books up or I’m all booked out! I’m just taking each day as it comes and trying not to pile too much pressure on myself at an already tricky and confusing time!

Anyway, I hope you’re all well and I’ll see you again soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

Exit Management By Naomi Booth – A Review

Publisher: Dead Ink Books

Publication Date: 10th September 2020

I read and really enjoyed Sealed by Naomi Booth last year. When the lovely Jordan told me that she had a new book coming out I knew I had to have it!

Exit Management for me is one of those books that you pick up, read the blurb and are still not quite sure what you’re in for. When I started reading, it very quickly became apparent that this book wasn’t like anything I was expecting.

Exit Management tells the story of two people, Lauren and Cal, both in their late twenties and living in London. Lauren works in the world of HR for a huge corporate outfit. Essentially her role is to facilitate the smooth exit of staff who are being ‘let go’. Lauren has dreams of becoming more than just a HR worker and has lofty aspirations to live in an up and coming affluent area in an impressive house.

She feels that she is more than deserving of this and is desperate to slough off her old life in the North of England where her troubled mother and sister both still live. Well they don’t ‘live’ exactly, they stagnate. Lauren has no time for this or her past.

Cal works for a property company as a ‘Property Curator’ which is essentially a caretaker of sorts, checking high end properties are prepared for their wealthy paying guests. He looks after a really nice house on Elgin Mews which belongs to an older gentleman, Joszef.

As with Lauren, Cal has aspirations and dreams. He lives with his parents in a block of flats in Croydon and is desperate to prove to them both that he can be successful. He wants to make them proud of him.

Cal has a very special relationship with Joszef, they become close and bond over Joszef’s stories of his past and his love of art. Joszef has an illness and has to go away for a while to recouperate and suggests Cal stay at the house to look after it. Later when he is wanting to return home, Joszef floats the idea of Cal becoming his carer, to which Cal accepts.

Cal and Lauren bump into each other outside Elgin Mews one day when Cal has been making one of his visits to check the property and Lauren has been wondering the streets admiring the lavish houses and allowing herself to daydream.

Lauren assumes that Cal is the owner of the house and Cal allows her to run with this assumption. The lives of all three characters then intersect and merge and we come to discover the darker side of human nature where success and self worth are involved.

Lauren is extremely driven and ambitious. Anxious to distance herself from her working class northern upbringing and almost re-invent herself in the south and prove people wrong. She is very aware of the person she must portray herself to be in order to impress the people she believes matter.

Cal on the other hand is an altogether more gentle soul. He too wants to prove his success to his parents but he is less cold and calculating than Lauren. His relationship with Joszef, an ailing and lonely old man shows his caring and empathetic side which is in sharp contrast to Lauren.

Whilst all of the three main characters in this book have their failings, they are mostly attributed to the very real aspects of the darker side of human nature, elements of which rear up in us all from time to time.

Naomi Booth’s writing is smart, incisive and super sharp. She is such a refreshing author who makes you think about things instead of handing everything to you on a plate. Her short, snappy almost staccato style forces the story along at a pace. Mirroring the hustle and bustle of central London life.

This is for sure a character study and delves deep into human nature and all its flaws. It brings to the fore moral dilemmas which force the characters to examine their own value and worth.

This book is so far removed from Naomi Booth’s Sealed and I love that about an author. I like to be wrong footed and not quite sure what I’m in for. I will certainly pick up anything she writes in the future.

I would thoroughly recommend you get your hands on a copy. Thanks as always to Jordan and Dead Ink for my review copy.

See you soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

Here Is The Beehive By Sarah Crossan – A Review

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Publication Date: 20th August 2020

I’d never read any Sarah Crossan before as she usually writes YA novels and I don’t read YA. so when Here Is The Beehive dropped unexpectedly through my letterbox I was excited to see it is Sarah Crossan’s first adult fiction novel (I was also blown away by how stunning that cover is!).

Here Is The Beehive tells the story of Ana and Connor, each married with children and conducting a 3 year extramarital affair.

However, the most tragic event has happened and Connor has died, plunging Ana into unknown territory when it comes to grieving for someone you love but nobody around you knows about.

Ana and Connor meet when he becomes a client of Ana’s and asks her to draw up his last will and testament. This meeting and initial spark opens up a tentative (albeit professional at first) relationship between them. In assisting Connor with the drawing up of his will, Ana finds out about his wife Rebecca and their three young sons.

Further meetings between the couple are engineered and they become ever closer until their emotions and physical attraction spill over and their affair begins.

When Connor dies, Ana is shocked to her core and feels like she doesn’t have an outlet for the tremendous weight of the grief she is carrying. She has nobody to talk to about the intense and complex love she had for Connor, and nobody to support her in her loss.

When Rebecca asks Ana to deal with Connor’s will after his shocking death, Ana uses this as an opportunity to become close to Rebecca and the three boys she shared with Connor. She infiltrates their lives, little by little under the guise of helping Rebecca in her grief and it being ‘all part of the service’. She so desperately wants to find out more about the woman Connor chose to stay with over her.

But just how close to Connors private family life can she get? And what does this mean for her own family?

Ana is a fascinating character, not entirely likeable given that she’s committing adultery and risking the happiness of not only herself but her husband and young children. However, I could understand how frustrated, abandoned and alone she must have felt when Connor was taken from her so suddenly with no closure and no one for her to speak to about it.

In novels portraying adultery we quite often side with the betrayed wife and vilify ‘the other woman’, however in this case it’s not so black and white. Not for me anyway.

Ana feels trapped and has an obsessive need to find out from any source possible, in any way possible, how Connor really felt about her. Their relationship was not perfect and they had many overwhelming feelings of guilt which ultimately broke them up quite a few times, but they always came back together. She almost has to justify their time together and retrospectively analyse their relationship and Connor’s feelings for her knowing that she will now never know for sure.

It is not a relationship that is looked back on fondly through rose tinted glasses. It is a warts and all union which is put through the rigours of real life. It is a relationship laid bare to the grim realities and imperfections of life. A relationship you can’t look away from.

We plan for death, make sensible decisions while gorging on life. But no one intends to die. When you wondered into my office three years ago, you never thought I would have to confront your family’s grief, or my own..

This is a novel written in verse and is beautifully lyrical. Sarah Crossan’s writing draws you in so effortlessly and so completely, I read this book in one session and was utterly absorbed throughout.

This is a story of love, grief and the need to validate feelings. It’s one of those books that plays on your mind long after you’ve finished reading it. It throws up all sorts of questions, questions which will most likely never have any answers.

I loved it and I’m sure it will appear on my best books of the year list at the end of this year and OF COURSE it has been neatly slotted onto my Forever Shelf.

Thank you so much as always to the publisher for my copy for review.

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

The Sound Mirror by Heidi James – A Review

Publisher: Bluemoose

Publication Date: 13th August 2020

If I tell you that The Sound Mirror by Heidi James was my first Heidi James book and I’ve since gone on to buy (and read) more, do you get some sense of whether I enjoyed this book?

Not only is Heidi a lovely, engaging presence on Twitter, she is a stunning author who confidently reels you in and just ‘gets it’. I hope you know what I mean by that!

The Sound Mirror opens with Tamara (in the present day) and this bold firecracker of a sentence:

She is going to kill her mother today. But she’s no monster. She’s not the villain.

Yep. I was hooked.

We go on to discover that ‘killing’ of Tamara’s mother is not as clear cut as it may initially seem. In the first brief chapter we also get a glimpse of the past relationship between Tamara and her mother, a glimpse which happens to speak volumes.

We then switch narrative to Claire and move from the present day to the Second World War when Claire, a Londoner from an Italian family is evacuated to Wales along with two of her siblings. From here we watch her grow up and see her navigate the tricky life of a young female from a large family who is thrust into the role of mother and nurturer at an early age out of necessity.

We also meet the final character in our triumvirate of fascinating women, Ada. An Anglo-Indian girl who moves back to England when India gains independence. Being lighter skinned she feels she can easily fit into life in England. However, being blessed with good looks means she is quite often seen as a possession under the male gaze.

Each of these strong female voices is as crystal clear and distinct as they can possibly be. There are no doubts as to who’s narrative you are with and I found that I enjoyed reading each of them equally, which isn’t always the case when you’re hearing from multiple voices.

Ada has a mostly successful life from the outside to all intents and purposes but she often struggles with the notion of being caught between two worlds and trying to find her place. Claire for her part is forced to mature before her time, thrust into the role of mother and nurturer way before she ever had children of her own. Through Tamara’s story we catch glimpses of her childhood and adolescence and piece together how she has become an angry young woman.

As each of the women’s narratives moved along it wasn’t initially clear what the links (if any) were between them. As I was reading I was trying to anticipate what the connection between the women could possibly be but I also found myself thinking that if these separate narratives stayed separate and were joined only by an over arcing theme of motherhood and identity I’d have still been as immersed in the book.

I will say now that there is a link between the women and when it all dropped into place the almost choral voice of what I had felt were ‘mothers’ narrating Tamara’s chapters became crystal clear.

This book perfectly examines a subject which I’ve always been fascinated by and particularly drawn to, motherhood and how mistakes are made which then go on to shape future generations. Just how far reaching are the reverberations of our actions, large or small.

Heidi James expertly weaves these women’s lives together to form a patchwork of motherhood and the changing roles and aspirations of women over the ever changing decades. Her writing is super sharp, vivid and beautiful. She doesn’t shy away from difficult topics and we get the warts and all aspects of real life which I absolutely adored.

All three of these women’s voices will remain with you long after you have finished reading.

As I said at the start, I have since gone on to read more of Heidi James work and she is fast becoming one of my favourite authors. It’s such a thrill to discover someone who you feel is writing for you. Heidi James could produce anything in the future and I will read it (and no doubt love it!).

Please do pick up a copy of The Sound Mirror. You won’t regret it. I promise.


You could keep your eyes peeled on my Twitter account over at @bookishchat tomorrow (Friday 11th Sept) for a super special giveaway…….I shall say no more.

Thank you to Heidi and Bluemoose for sending me a copy of The Sound Mirror. It’s been a real pleasure and privilege to read it.

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookishchat xxx

The Harpy by Megan Hunter – A Review

Publisher: Picador

Publication Date: 3rd September 2020

I’m writing this review having just closed this book around 5 minutes ago. It’s always a good sign that I adored a book if I start writing the review straight away whilst the excitement for it is still fizzing in my veins!

I featured The Harpy by Megan Hunter in my Most Anticipated Books Of 2020 post and boy was I right to! (Pats self on the back). At the time of writing that blog post I couldn’t find an image of the cover but not long after I saw a tweet from Camilla Elworthy showing the absolutely stunning cover design and my excitement for this book ramped up a pace! I just CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT IT! It’s beautiful.

I should also just mention that I am writing this post on a dark and miserable January evening knowing full well that I won’t be publishing it until much nearer to publication. However when this book dropped through my letterbox I just had to read it straight away. I ain’t about that ‘wait until nearer the time’ life! Delayed gratification is not my vibe.

The Harpy opens with Lucy discovering that her husband Jake has been having an affair with one of his work colleagues, Vanessa. Lucy receives a telephone call from Vanessa’s husband who drops the bombshell on Lucy and turns her life completely on its head.

When Lucy confronts Jake he admits to it and tells her the relationship was just about sex and that he is going to end it for the sake of Lucy and their two young sons.

When Lucy accidentally scratches Jake’s arm during their conversation, Luke makes the suggestion that maybe Lucy should hurt him three times as retribution for his fling.

It is agreed that they will stay together but Lucy has the power to hurt Jake in any way she sees fit at any point she wants, with absolutely no prior warning. However, she can only do this a maximum of 3 times. After this the ‘score’ will be considered settled and they will move on with their lives together.

What follows on from here is Lucy’s attempts at dealing her unfaithful husband as much pain as he has caused her. She battles to keep the home life of their two young boys on as even a keel as possible whilst trying to work from home and battle the demons inside her head centering around her husbands betrayal.

With each of the punishments meted out, the power shifts almost imperceptibly between the two of them with Lucy struggling to gain enough satisfaction from each of the punishments she doles out.

You may think that The Harpy is retelling a trope which has been done to death. Woman discovers husband is having an affair, woman is upset, husband vows to end it, they stay together for the sake of the kids etc etc

BUT you’d be totally and utterly incorrect and I’ll tell you why…..

Interspersed between the short sharp contemporary chapters, Lucy is slowly revealed as having had a fascination with Harpies from being quite young. The dictionary definition of a ‘Harpy’ is:


a rapacious monster described as having a woman’s head and body and a bird’s wings and claws or depicted as a bird of prey with a woman’s face.

The book gives us this passage:

When I was a child, there was a book – out of print now, expensive – about a unicorn who went into the sea and became a narwhal. The book had beautiful illustrations, dark blue seas, peach pale evening skies. But the picture I remembered best was of the harpies: dark shadows, birds with women’s faces, who came down to torture the unicorn, to make him suffer. I asked my mother what a harpy was; she told me that they punish men, for the things they do.

As Lucy quietly and almost stoicly deals with this huge devastations and betrayal, there are no histrionics. She is vengeful yet calmly so, which in tern lends the narrative a sinister edge. Her marriage has been ripped apart and yet she can’t fathom ever leaving Jake, instead finding herself metamorphosing into a harpie’s way of thinking. Dishing out punishment in vengeful acts against a person who has utterly betrayed her.

Megan Hunter’s writing is stunningly beautiful and lyrical with an undercurrent of dread pulsing right through it. This is a quietly dark novel which bubbles with tension and takes you on a journey deeper and deeper into the psyche of a woman scorned.

There is nothing more fascinating to me than an exploration of a fractured marriage and the quiet rage of women. This is an utterly compelling novel which will for sure be on my books of the year list come December.

The ending is open to interpretation which I absolutely adored. Nothing is set in stone or tied up neatly in a bow. Bloody brilliant!

Megan Hunter has absolutely nailed it with this study of love, betrayal and retribution and The Harpy will be a book I continue to recommend for a long time to come.

As always thank you to the publisher for my review copy.

See you soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xx

A Reading Round Up

I don’t review all the books I read because…..well…..I have a full time job and two kids and only shreds of my sanity left!

I have recently been adding little reviews over on Instagram when I’ve come to the end of a book and I’ve found this a good way of talking about the books I wouldn’t have necessarily sat down and written a full blog post review for. It’s not fair to let good books pass by just because I’ve not got the time to write a full review. Don’t get me wrong, I always tweet and IG about the books I’m reading and enjoying, so they do get a mention but I find it easier to do an Instagram post with some of my thoughts than I do to plan a whole review here on the blog.

Having said that, moving forward I may do more of these ‘reading round-up’ type of posts, as they will again let me talk about the books I’ve recently enjoyed but won’t be fully reviewing.

Today I’ll be giving you some of my thoughts on 7 books I’ve recently read. We have three fiction, one non-fiction, one short story collection and two audiobooks.

So let’s get cracking!

First up we have Mary Toft Or The Rabbit Queen by Dexter Palmer (Corsair). 14/8/20


Surgeon John Howard is a rational man. His apprentice Zachary knows John is reluctant to believe anything that purports to exist outside the realm of logic. But even John cannot explain how or why Mary Toft, the wife of a local farmer, manages to give birth to a dead rabbit. When this singular event becomes a regular occurrence, John realizes that nothing in his experience as a village physician has prepared him to deal with a situation as disturbing as this. He writes to several preeminent surgeons in London, three of whom quickly arrive in the small town of Godalming ready to observe and opine. 

When Mary’s plight reaches the attention of King George, Mary and her doctors are summoned to London, where Zachary experiences for the first time a world apart from his small-town existence, and is exposed to some of the darkest corners of the human soul. All the while, Mary lies in bed, waiting for another birth, as doubts begin to blossom among the surgeons and a growing group of onlookers grow impatient for another miracle . . .

I’d had this book on my radar due to the fact that I knew it was about a supposed true story of a woman in the 1700’s who was reported to give birth to rabbits. Now I love a folklore tale and was intrigued by this one.

It does exactly what it says on the tin! 1726 in Godalming, a young woman confuses the eminent medical community with her apparent affliction of giving birth to rabbits. Now we’re not talking cute little fluffy bunnies, we are taking dead, partially skinned and dismembered rabbits. Nice!

Local surgeon John Howard is the first medical professional to witness this bizarre occurrence with his young apprentice Zachary, but it’s not long before several other high profile doctors with links to King George himself become involved in the strange tale.

This is a book heavily weighted with Male characters as obviously during those days all doctors and surgeons were male. They are a mixed bag of personalities, each using the incredible story as a way of gaining notoriety in the medical world. We hear very little from Mary Toft herself and I can’t decide whether this added to the mystery or took away her female voice….I’m undecided! I enjoyed this book as a whole but there were little niggles that I had to force myself to overlook. For example, the author is American but he is obviously writing a book set in 1700’s England, however little American words and phrases crept in (Fall instead of autumn and a use of the word ‘gotten’). It may sound petty but it jolted me out of the setting a little.

All in all though I did enjoy it.

The Museum Makers by Rachel Morris (September Publishing) 27/8/20


Museum expert Rachel Morris had been ignoring the boxes under her bed for decades. When she finally opened them, an entire bohemian family history was laid bare. The experience was revelatory – searching for her absent father in the archives of the Tate; understanding the loss and longings of the grandmother who raised her – and transported her back to the museums that had enriched her lonely childhood.

By teasing out the stories of those early museum makers, and the unsung daughters and wives behind them, and seeing the same passions and mistakes reflected in her own family, Morris digs deep into the human instinct for collection and curation.

I don’t read a huge amount of non-fiction but when I do it tends to be memoirs. This one caught my eye because it was billed as ‘part memoir part detective story’ and that appealed to me massively! I always say I am inherently nosey, so books like this where I get to not only delve into the author’s family history via artefacts she unboxes from her family archives, but learn about the history of museums themselves is perfect for me. Rachel is a museum expert who helps to design and create some amazing museum displays all over the world. But the most gripping part of this book for me was Rachel’s trip into her family’s past, turning her focus from the artefacts of other time periods, countries and civilisations to confront her own family secrets.

I really enjoyed this slice of non-fiction.

Pew by Catherine Lacey (Granta) 14/5/20


Fleeing a past they can no longer remember, Pew wakes on a church bench, surrounded by curious strangers. 

Pew doesn’t have a name, they’ve forgotten it. Pew doesn’t know if they’re a girl or a boy, a child or an almost-adult. Is Pew an orphan, or something worse? And what terrible trouble are they running from? 

Pew won’t speak, but the men and women of this small, god-fearing town are full of questions. As the days pass, their insistent clamour will build from a murmur to a roar, as both the innocent and the guilty come undone in the face of Pew’s silence.

I’d seen Jen Campbell and Liv Hooper talking about this one and knew I had to treat myself to a copy. Pew tells the story of Pew, a person found sleeping on one of the pews in a church one Sunday service. When they wake up they are taken back to the home of one of the local families. The family and the wider community cannot quite fathom who Pew is or where they’ve mysteriously appeared from. They don’t even know if this person who has ended up in their small religious town is male or female. Pew doesn’t talk you see, so they are unable to elicit any response from their enquiries.

When Pew is passed from pillar to post in the town, each person they encounter uses them as a kind of confidant, as they feel safe in the knowledge that Pew is mute and therefore unlikely to go spilling their secrets.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book right up until the last few pages where I got completely lost and wondered if I’d missed something or if I wasn’t quite clever enough to ‘get it’. Having said that I did enjoy the read very much. If you’ve read this one, please can we chat about that ending?!

The Art Of The Body by Alex Allison (Dialogue Books)


Janet is caught between care work and caring for herself. Her life revolves around Sean, a talented fine art student, living and working with cerebral palsy. Both Janet and Sean are new to London and far from their families. Both are finding a means of escape through pushing their bodies to the limit.

When Sean is faced with an unexpected and deeply personal tragedy, Janet must let her guard down at last and discover what she’s prepared to fight for.

I recently read and loved Boy Parts by Eliza Clarke (review here) and so I asked Eliza to recommend any other oils along the same lines. I’d previously taken the recommendation of Wetlands by Charlotte Roache from Eliza, and whilst it traumatised me (trust me it’s gross!), I’d enjoyed reading it.

Eliza recommended The Art Of The Body by Alex Allison and I tore through it. I hate to use the overly bandied about stock review phrase of ‘unflinching’, but this book really is an unflinching, warts and all story of the relationship between a carer and patient. I’d highly recommend it.

Outsiders – Edited by Alice Slater (3 Of Cups)

As soon as this short story anthology appeared on my radar I knew I had to have it. Luckily the lovely Clare Bogen offered to send me a copy. I read this collection in just a couple of sittings. There’s not a dud story in here and three of them are right up there in my top short stories of all time. ‘Skin’ by Lena Mohammed in which we encounter a world where people remove their skin at night, but unscrupulous folk are on the look out for better skins and will think nothing of stealing them. ‘But Not Like That’ by Susan James in which we meet a woman reflecting on a special, enduring friendship with her female friend in a small farming village. They slept in the same bed ‘but not like that’. This story explores prejudice, narrow minded thinking, love and grief. ‘The Lady’s Not For Burning’ by Sarvat Hasin tells of a vengeful ghost who wreaks havoc when a newcomer infiltrates their family home.

This whole collection is about people on the periphery, people who feel as though they are on the outside looking in, dislocated and not fitting in. I have put this book straight on my Forever Shelf and I know I’ll be revisiting it often.

Ok the last two books I’d like to quickly mention are audiobooks. I’m not a huge audiobook ‘reader’ and I quite often ‘buy’ audiobooks with my monthly Audible credit, start listening and promptly stop again.

However, if an audiobook really grabs my attention I will be hooked and binge listen.

Two I’ve really enjoyed recently are:

A Place For Everything by Anna Wilson (HQ).


Anna grew up in a house that was loving, even if her mum was ‘a little eccentric’. They knew to keep things clean, to stay quiet, and to look the other way when things started to get ‘a bit much for your mum’.

It’s only when her mother reaches her 70s, and Anna has a family of her own, that the cracks really start to appear. More manic. More irrational. More detached from the world. And when her father, the man who has calmed and cajoled her mother through her entire life becomes unwell, the whole world turns upside down.

This is a story of a life lived with undiagnosed autism, about the person behind the disorder, those big unspoken family truths, and what it means to care for our parents in their final years.

This was a raw and honest account of finally gaining a diagnosis for Anna’s mother’s increasingly odd behaviour. It is a heartbreaking story but I really did appreciate the fact that Anna didn’t shy away from getting across her real feelings. She was 100% honest about her feelings for her mother and how her increasingly difficult behaviour impacted her life. It’s one of those memoirs that will always stick with me, much like When I Had A Little Sister by Catherine Simpson.

Finally we have The Other People by C J Tudor (Michael Joseph)


Driving home one night, stuck behind a rusty old car, Gabe sees a little girl’s face appear in the rear window.

She mouths one word: ‘Daddy.’

It’s his five-year-old daughter, Izzy.

He never sees her again.

Three years later, Gabe spends his days and nights travelling up and down the motorway, searching for the car that took his daughter, refusing to give up hope, even though most people believe that Izzy is dead. 

Fran and her daughter, Alice, also put in a lot of miles on the motorway. Not searching. But running. Trying to keep one step ahead of the people who want to hurt them.

Because Fran knows the truth. She knows what really happened to Gabe’s daughter. She knows who is responsible. And she knows what they will do if they ever catch up with her and Alice . . .

I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I haven’t read The Chalk Man by C J Tudor. This is the book that everyone was talking about when it was published. (Fear not, I do have a copy!). The Other People caught my eye and let me tell you, this audiobook has got me through many an hour at work. I was gripped!

Don’t even get me started on how much I fancy the narrator based solely on his voice…..(I’ve since found out it’s Richard Armitage, the man Geraldine Granger married in The Vicar Of Dibley…).

So there we go!

Just a few of the books I’ve read recently and not reviewed anywhere. Have you read and of them?

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

The Whispering House By Elizabeth Brooks – A Review

Publisher: Doubleday

Publication Date: 6th August 2020

I was waiting with baited breath for Elizabeth Brooks second novel after loving her debut The Call Of The Curlew so much. (Review here), and which I also binge read one hot afternoon. I would have read The Whispering House in one sitting too if I hadn’t have started drinking red wine (I can’t read once I’ve started drinking, anyone else find that?).

So what’s it all about?

The story opens with Freya Lyell and her father attending a wedding in the grounds at Byrne Hall, an impressive home overlooking the sea. However, it is also not far from where her sister, Stella took her own life 5 years before.

When Freya drinks a little too much in the wedding marquee, she stumbles outside for some air and finds herself drawn to the main house despite ‘no entry’ notices from the family living inside.

Freya decides she’ll ignore the notices and take a look inside. She is then confronted by a framed painting on the wall of a woman who looks disturbingly like her dead sister, Stella. Freya passes out in her drunken stupor and when she wakes up the picture has been removed from the wall…..

Once Freya and her father return home, she cannot stop thinking about the painting and decides to take a break from work and looking after her father to go and investigate what connection, if any, her sister had to Byrne Hall.

Once there she meets Cory Byrne, a struggling artist and his ailing mother Diana. When asked about the portrait of her sister, Cory says she was just a woman he once painted and that he didn’t know much about her and Freya has no option but to take his word for this.

The room was getting darker by the second. It was different from the darkness that comes with night: harsher, somehow, and metallic. There was no birdsong, as there is at twilight, and the seething sound of the rain seemed to deepen, rather than disrupt, the electric silence.

‘I didn’t know her’ said Cory, ‘but I did meet her once. She sat for a quick sketch, which I may have made into a painting….. in fact I’m almost sure I did.

‘She was very beautiful’. I meant it as a bald statement of fact, but Cory said, ‘was she?’ and I was struck by that. Everyone who met Stella in the flesh came away – one way or another – overwhelmed. Nobody in my experience was non-committal with regard to my sister.

Freya and Cory become very close and embark on a relationship together with Freya moving into Byrne Hall with him and Diana with the plan being for her to work on her writing and for Cory to work on his painting.

However, the previously loving, caring and encouraging Cory starts to slowly but surely act differently. He makes Freya the subject of his paintings and has her sit for hours whilst he sketches her. He gets an idea in his head that he will put on an exhibition in Byrne Hall and invite anyone who’s anyone in the art world using his mother’s connections.

Freya becomes more and more uncomfortable with the way Cory is acting, he’s controlling and overbearing and lives under the strange shadow of his mother Diana who is fast fading away.

Can Freya figure out what secrets are held within the walls of Byrne Hall and at what cost?….

I loved this book. Elizabeth Brooks has a great talent for weaving stories that you are gripped by from the get-go. There’s nothing I love more than a story surrounding an old house and the myriad secrets held inside. There’s a almost gothic air to this take which you all know I’m hugely drawn to.

What I also loved was the way that Byrne Hall is almost a character in itself. Beautiful on the outside but falling into disrepair on the inside.

Elizabeth Brooks writes wholly believable characters who you quickly become invested in. Characters who you are itching to know the back story of and what they’re hiding behind an everyday facade. We get glimpses of Stella’s troubled past through flashbacks from Freya’s perspective. Memories of her troubled sister who thought nothing of up and disappearing, leaving Freya and her father to trawl the streets looking for her again.

We gain an understanding of Freya’s relationship with her father and their shared grief over the loss of Stella. We also learn about Cory’s childhood with Diana and his father and events that took place at Byrne Hall.

This book really picks up a pace in the last third or so and became quite claustrophobic reading…..in a really great way! We piece together Stella’s history with Byrne Hall and it’s inhabitants, using the various little jigsaw pieces Freya discovers and an interspersed chapter told via Stella’s perspective.

This is a really atmospheric and compelling read and I would heartily recommend it. It would be a great Autumn read.

Thank you as always to the publisher for having me along on the blog tour. I wish Elizabeth Brooks every success with this one!

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xxx

The Mission House By Carys Davies – A Review

Publisher: Granta

Publication Date: 6th August 2020

I am a huge fan of Carys Davies. I really enjoyed her short story collections Some New Ambush and The Redemption Of Galen Pike. So when I saw she had a new novel out I knew I’d have to get my hands on it.

If I’m honest (which I always am) I wasn’t in too much of a rush to get to it as I was a little intimidated by the fact that I gathered from the synopsis that it involved religion. I’m not big on books which tackle this subject so I was a little reticent.

However, I am very pleased to say I needn’t have worried AT ALL.

I picked this book up when I saw that the publication date was fast approaching and I read it in one sitting.

The Mission House tells the interconnecting stories of a handful of characters but our main protagonist is one Hilary Byrd. Hilary has travelled to India on somewhat of a voyage of self discovery. He has had a kind of breakdown and hasn’t handled changes to the beloved library where he works very well. He has seen technology move on and isn’t in agreement with libraries being places where people can socialise. The true nature of a library in Byrd’s eyes is somewhere quiet to read and contemplate and he just cannot get onboard with noisy kids and story time sessions etc.

He has travelled the planes in stiflingly oppressive heat and one day when he’s just about had enough, he hears of a blue railway up into the mountains where the air is cooler. It is on this train journey that he meets a Padre who offers to let him stay for a modest rent in The Mission House, a small bungalow, in the grounds of the presbytery.

It is here that Byrd meets Prescilla, a young girl staying with the Padre as a kind of housekeeper of sorts. She dutifully serves their meals and helps out with various charity events for the church. The first thing that Byrd notices about her is the fact that she has one leg shorter than the other and she is missing both of her thumbs. He considers her to be a very pleasant girl but doesn’t pay her much mind.

When the Padre asks Byrd to assist Prescilla with her English skills he begrudgingly takes up the task as a thank you for letting him stay in the mission house. Helping Prescilla with her spelling and reading soon leads on to teaching her how to sew and how to bake. But what are the Padre’s motives for calling on Byrd’s skills and will Byrd realise what is being asked of him?

Alongside this we have the character of Jamshed, a rickshaw driver who is living in extreme poverty and crosses paths with Byrd one day. What starts out for Jamshed as a minor revenge of sorts for the way that Byrd treats him, swiftly turns into a tentative friendship, with Jamshed driving Byrd around everyday and Byrd using Jamshed as a confessor of sorts. He feels he can tell him about his life back home and the problems he has faced with dealing with his depression and mental illness. It is through these confidences that we also learn about Wynn, Byrd’s sister who has supported him through his dark times and has worries and anxieties about his trip alone around India.

Carys Davies writes such intriguing characters with whole back stories, fragments of which get drip fed to the reader to enable us to flesh these people out and slot pieces of a jigsaw together. As much as these people are connected they each have their own struggles, their own secrets and their own anxieties. You could take each one of them and study their whole back story, their idiosyncrasies and their desires.

We have Byrd who is ultimately looking for happiness, trying to find glimpses of home in India. He in turn feels settled and yet yearning for more.

We have the Padre who is battling to help the poor as much as he can, help take care of Prescilla and see that her future is secure whilst also feeling terribly alone after the death of his wife whom he still spends hours talking to.

Then there is Prescilla, a girl with a complicated and heartbreaking past who is trying to figure out who she is and what she wants.

And Jamshed, a man who is living in the depths of poverty and trying to carve out a living so that he can help his family with their dreams, particularly his nephew Ravi.

Each one of them is captivating in their own way, much like the whole book. There is a gentle pace and whilst the plot was not the main focus for me, the beautifully descriptive narrative and the examination of these wonderful characters was glorious.

I thoroughly enjoyed this quietly confident novel and would highly recommend it.

Thank you so much to the publisher for my review copy.

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xx

Birthday Book Haul

It was my birthday a couple of weeks ago and I was very lucky to receive some money and vouchers to spend on lovely books……and spend I did!

I thought I’d just give you all a quick run through of what I chose, so let’s get crackin!

Love After Love by Ingrid Persaud (Faber & Faber)


Meet the Ramdin-Chetan family: forged through loneliness, broken by secrets, saved by love.

Irrepressible Betty Ramdin, her shy son Solo and their marvellous lodger, Mr Chetan, form an unconventional household, happy in their differences, as they build a home together. Home: the place where your navel string is buried, keeping these three safe from an increasingly dangerous world. Happy and loving they are, until the night when a glass of rum, a heart to heart and a terrible truth explodes the family unit, driving them apart.

Ive this book everywhere of late and I’ve heard nothing but good things! So I bought it. Simple!

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Marino Garcia (Jo Fletcher Books)


He is trying to poison me. You must come for me, Noemí. You have to save me.

When glamorous socialite Noemí Taboada receives a frantic letter from her newlywed cousin begging to be rescued from a mysterious doom, it’s clear something is desperately amiss. Catalina has always had a flair for the dramatic, but her claims that her husband is poisoning her and her visions of restless ghosts seem remarkable, even for her.

Noemí’s chic gowns and perfect lipstick are more suited to cocktail parties than amateur sleuthing, but she immediately heads to High Place, a remote mansion in the Mexican countryside, determined to discover what is so affecting her cousin.

Tough and smart, she possesses an indomitable will, and she is not afraid: not of her cousin’s new husband, who is both menacing and alluring; not of his father, the ancient patriarch who seems to be fascinated by Noemí; and not of the house itself, which begins to invade Noemi’s dreams with visions of blood and doom.

Her only ally in this inhospitable abode is the family’s youngest son. Shy and gentle, he seems to want to help, but might also be hiding dark knowledge of his family’s past. For there are many secrets behind the walls of High Place. The family’s once colossal wealth and faded mining empire kept them from prying eyes, but as Noemí digs deeper she unearths stories of violence and madness. 

Again this is a book I’ve seen EVERYWHERE. That cover is stunning! And let’s face it, any book with the word ‘gothic’ in the title will have me reeled in hook, line and sinker!

Dear NHS 100 Stories To Say Thank You (Trapeze)


Curated and edited by Adam Kay (author of multi-million bestseller This is Going to Hurt), Dear NHSfeatures 100 household names telling their personal stories of the health service. Contributors include: Paul McCartney, Emilia Clarke, Peter Kay, Stephen Fry, Dawn French, Sir Trevor McDonald, Graham Norton, Sir Michael Palin, Naomie Harris, Ricky Gervais, Sir David Jason, Dame Emma Thompson, Joanna Lumley, Miranda Hart, Dermot O’Leary, Jamie Oliver, Ed Sheeran, David Tennant, Dame Julie Walters, Emma Watson, Malala Yousafzai and many, many more. 

All profits from this book will go to NHS Charities Together to fund vital research and projects, and The Lullaby Trust which supports parents bereaved of babies and young children.

Not only did I want to pick up a copy of this book to support the NHS Charities Together, I bloody love Adam Kay too! Win win innit?!


Only joking. Love you.

First up in the Shirley fest:

Hangsaman by…….well……Shirley Jackson (Penguin Modern Classics)


Natalie Waite, daughter of a mediocre writer and a neurotic housewife, is increasingly unsure of her place in the world. In the midst of adolescence she senses a creeping darkness in her life, which will spread among nightmarish parties, poisonous college cliques and the manipulations of the intellectual men who surround her, as her identity gradually crumbles.

The Road Through The Wall


In Pepper Street, an attractive suburban neighbourhood filled with bullies and egotistical bigots, the feelings of the inhabitants are shallow and selfish: what can a neighbour gain from another neighbour, what may be won from a friend? One child stands alone in her goodness: little Caroline Desmond, kind, sweet and gentle, and the pride of her family. But the malice and self-absorption of the people of Pepper Street lead to a terrible event that will destroy the community of which they are so proud. Exposing the murderous cruelty of children, and the blindness and selfishness of adults, Shirley Jackson reveals the ugly truth behind a ‘perfect’ world.

The Sundial


Mrs Halloran has inherited the great Halloran house on the death of her son, much to the disgust of her daughter-in-law, the delight of her wicked granddaughter and the confusion of the rest of the household. But when the original owner – long dead – arrives to announce the world is ending and only the house and its occupants will be saved, they find themselves in a nightmare of strange marble statues, mysterious house guests and the beautiful, unsettling Halloran sundial which seems to be at the centre of it all.

Do I love Shirley? Yes

And to be honest that’s enough of a reason for me to want these books BUT also I’m collecting these Penguin Modern Classic editions because those covers are just beautiful!

Box Hill by Adam Mars Jones (Fitzcaraldo Editions)


On the Sunday of his eighteenth birthday, in 1975, Colin takes a walk on Box Hill, a biker hang-out. There he accidentally trips over Ray, a biker napping under a tree and that’s where it all starts. This transgressive, darkly affecting love story between men, winner of the 2019 Fitzcarraldo Editions Novel Prize, is a stunning novel of desire and domination by one of Britain’s most accomplished writers.

I’ve actually read this one already and bloody loved it! There are some more of my thoughts on my Instagram post here.

Little Girls by Ronald Malfi


After years away, Laurie returns to the home where she was raised by a cold, distant father who recently exorcised his demons. But no amount of cleaning can wipe away the troubled past. She feels it lurking in the broken moldings, sees it staring from an empty picture frame, hears it laughing in the moldy greenhouse deep in the woods . . . 
At first, Laurie thinks she s imagining things. But when she meets her daughter s new playmate, she notices her uncanny resemblance to another little girl who used to live next door. Who 
died next door. With each passing day, Laurie s uneasiness grows stronger, her thoughts more disturbing. Like her father, is she slowly losing her mind? Or is something truly unspeakable happening? 

I’ve read this one already too. I recently read a book called The Bird Eater which had been recommended for people who enjoyed Naomi’s Room by Jonathan Aycliffe which I did……well I say ‘enjoyed’ it was more like poo’d my pants. Anyway…..after reading some reviews of The Bird Eater I saw someone else recommend Little Girls as a true honest to goodness ghost story. Now I love me a ghost story. So I got involved.

I enjoyed it. It didn’t blow me away and I didn’t poo my pants (phew) It was just ok.

I’ve kinda ended on an underwhelming note there haven’t I!

I’m OF COURSE very excited to read the other books I’ve mentioned and I’m still buying books now under the guise of them being a ‘birthday treat’…….how long can that legitimately go on for?…..

See you all soon.

Amanda – Bookish Chat xx