Fairway to Heaven, by Lily Malone

Fairway to Heaven, by Lily Malone

I hosted my first ever guest author on the blog last Friday, Lily Malone, and what a lovely guest she was! (You can read her interview here.) We talked about her novel, ‘Fairway to Heaven’. It would be years, decades even, since I read...
Hey, I Have a Guest in the Attic …

Hey, I Have a Guest in the Attic …

I’m very proud to introduce my first guest author to the attic: Lily Malone, author of His Brand of Beautiful (Escape Publishing, 2013), The Goodbye Ride (2013), and Fairway to Heaven (2014). Lily lives in Margaret River with her husband and two young sons....
Bottling the Kids

Bottling the Kids

There’s been a lot going on this year—mostly good, but not all of it. Normally, I cope. Normally, I feel good about the good things, but I’ve had trouble feeling good at all this year, about anything. I think I’ve worked out why: I don’t like...
Let Her Go, by Dawn Barker

Let Her Go, by Dawn Barker

  Dawn Barker has done it again with her second book, ‘Let her Go’. I loved ‘Fractured’ (click the link to see my review) so I was looking forward to another of her psychological/ethical/suspense/thriller stories—and I was not let...
Lost and Found, by Brooke Davis

Lost and Found, by Brooke Davis

This novel hit the bookstores with a bang and much has already been written about it, so I won’t repeat too much of the story. In a nutshell, it’s about seven-year-old Millie Bird, whose mother has abandoned her in a department store following the death of...
Snapshot Poetry #1

Snapshot Poetry #1

I thought I’d start a creative diversion—some poetry. I do not consider myself a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes phrases come to me, such as this one yesterday while I was out walking the dogs. I thought I’d try to catch these...
Another Excerpt from the Novel

Another Excerpt from the Novel

IDA’S LAST BABY After that, Len and I gave it another try. This baby was breathing when they took him from me, and I saw him, silent but alive. ‘Henry,’ I said. ‘His name is Henry, after my father.’ They midwives bundled him in a towel...