Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Book Review : Edward Adrift by Craig Lancaster


There was no secret that I loved the first book in the series as my original blog below will attest.

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I thus took a long time to pluck up the courage to read this the second in the series as I did not want to sully the lovely memories of that first meeting with Edward Stanton. I need not have worried in the least. Edward is even more lovable in part two as he is in the first book.

When we meet him again,Edward is a little discombobulated. After his seeming awakening in the first book, he is still coming to grips with his Father’s inability to grasp the nature of His specialness and his subsequent death. Trying to make sense of his loss and the fact he misses his Dad despite their fractured relationship, he is increasingly  disturbed by His mother who  on the other hand seems to have moved on smoothly and without much emotional trauma which of course causes Edward more consternation.

He is learning to adapt, but the hits keep coming.

Breakthroughs with his therapist are thrown into disarray as she retires and a new man must be broken in and taught that punctuality is the mark of greatness in a mental health professional.


His sense of self esteem knocked by his unceremonious sacking despite his diligence and good work, his financial stability is not at stake as of course he is “f***ing Loaded” but his circadian rhythms are out of whack, his health is suffering and into this tumultuous melting pot comes an SOS from his best friend Donna.



The true emotional heart of this book, as in the last; is the relationship with the young  boy across the street who was catalyst for an easing in his obsessive compulsive behaviours, his innocence and own  loneliness and need for friendship struck a chord even in Edward’s regimented thinking.

  It is  a shared feeling of loss of control that again unites and eventually heals them both after Edward drives cross county to help Donna deal with the sudden Wild an belligerent youth who was once a sweet boy. What follows is  the most bizarre road trip of literary record, where comfort stops take on a mythical grandeur and gamesmanship becomes De rigour.



There is also at last romance on the cards when a woman as sweetly different as Edward, strong willed and opinionated falls into his path and begins to work her own magic.

Is the world changing Edward, or is Edward  simply applying his own behavioural processes onto circumstances and making them mould to him?  It is not so much that he changes, I think, it is just he comes to accept himself more and more as he navigates  the chaos around him.

He brings his  world view and coping strategies  into a situation and his very particular ways of dealing with trials, bring understanding, acceptance and peace to those he touches, he is in some respects a human Mirror. He reveals  more to the receiver of his wisdom about themselves than about Edward himself.

 He is a Healer rather than a person needing healing in the end. He is the best kind of hero, he one that does not recognise  that heroism in himself. When he loves, he loves entirely and he is definitely the friend I would want in my corner.

I loved the book and whilst it takes a while to accustom oneself to the patterns of Edwards thought processes, it is well worth he effort. The book is warm, funny, emotionally rich and yet innovative and fresh. There is nothing quite like this series out there in my opinion.

Edward Stanton for President! He cannot be worse than  a certain Mr Trump.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Book Review: Sometimes Moments Len Webster


Sometimes Moments by Len Webster

Romance/ Women's fiction

This was my first book by Ms Wiseman and it was three hours very well spent. This is a really beautiful story that at first glance seems to follow an age old path. Young couple seemingly in love prior to College consummate their relationship one special night,  the boy then inexplicably leaves without giving a reason. Leaving  her to remain in her small time life and to grieve his loss without ever knowing why he left, resulting and bitterness and emotional stasis. He  returns to seek redemption when they are grown up. The truth behind the seemingly selfish act reveals  itself in due course and love is rekindled

So far so formulaic, or so I thought...

In actual fact “ Sometimes Moments” was so beautifully crafted and almost lyrical in the sentiment of it’s prose that I found myself drawn into the lives  and falling in love with all of the characters who make up this complex story of so many different kinds of Love that I found myself emotionally invested until the final bittersweet pages.



The cover art and the floral imagery  adds an additional sensory layer  to the beauty of the story, you can smell the blossom and Lavender fragrances as you read the story and this gave me great pleasure.



This is a book that evokes much  emotion, and a lump formed in my throat on more than one occasion, but the underlying theme that Love is precious not for it’s quantity, but in it’s depth  is just beautiful. That even in the direst of circumstance, the  simple times when Love is present should be cherished  and treasured as, for all  their transience, they are gifts from one heart to another.

A touching read.

Four Stars.


Thursday, 23 February 2017

Book Review: Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Bali Kaur Jaswal



Erotic Tales for Punjabi Widows. By Bali Kaur Jaswal

Regular visitors to my blog will find that India and Pakistan are settings I gravitate towards when picking a new book to read. Here we are based in exotic Southall and sunny Enfield (The latter a mere stone’s throw from where I currently sit)  yet we still are permitted to learn about  the realities of life for Punjabi women in a modern London

Nikki is concerned that  her sister is settling for less than she deserves by choosing an arranged marriage via the message board at the Temple. She feels deep guilt that her youthful rebellion of throwing away a promising degree in law and desertion of the family home in favour of more literary aspirations forced her traditional Father to an early grave.

This emotional baggage is all the experience that she takes into an evening class where she will be teaching creative writing to a group of traditional Sikh Widows. A more vocal and opinionated bunch you could not find! There initially for  a myriad of reasons, a lack of literacy and fluency in English being the uppermost, Nikki discovers that they believe she will be teaching a English language course and begins the biggest and ultimately most dangerous writer's circle in London.

Nikki is at a loss, she wanted to curate an  anthology of  feminine Sikh voices.  What she ultimately gets is a number of sweetly innocent tales of a mildly raunchy nature, the kind of fantasies and revelations no one expects from women of this community. Through sharing these stories the dynamics of the group and the people in their sphere  shift and secrets long held begin to be excavated, examined and exorcised

I thoroughly enjoyed the book, the lighter parts punctuated by the stories, are balanced rather brilliantly with a much darker and very topical undertone of misogyny and extreme traditionalism, where the need to protect respect and honour veers off into a need to blindly control and coerce.

The characterisation is  vivid and varied and each person has their own distinct voice within the narrative as a whole. What is most refreshing for me  is that none of the women  fall into stereotypes making the plot less predictable and their personal stories  show a commonality  between people who at first seem Pole opposite and culminate in a brilliant act of altruism that warrants much praise.

A strong four star read.
Thanks to netgalley for the ARC via publishers HarperCollins

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Book Review: SHTUM by Jem Lester

SHTUM by Jem Lester.

 I caved to popular pressure on this one. I had heard so many positive comments about the book from The Book Club on Facebook, that veritable melting point of literary readership and authorship, that I finally just had to join the gang?

As ever they were correct. Jem Lester has penned a book that grips hold of you by the throat and does not unfurl those clawed fingers until the final word.

 It seems that for me at least, this is the year of the Autism book. This is perhaps one of the best I have ever had the pleasure to read. It is one of those glorious amalgams of searing emotional impact and laugh out loud humour that make it so easy to immerse oneself in. It touched me and tickled me in equal measure.

On paper, the premise of an alcoholic father Ben, left alone to deal with his severely Autistic Son, whilst living with the acid tongued father  who he feels deliberately left him at arm’s length does not seem very jolly at all. This plight, just to use a legal loophole to get Jonah proper Local Authority Care is just one more thing to add to Ben’s self imposed list of frustrations.

This could have been a very different book, but it is as heartwarming and wryly funny as it is (forgive the pun) Sobering. I laughed out loud several times and can officially announce that George  is my spirit animal, his Hungarian gruff wisdom balm for my continued grief for my own Grandfather whose journey appears to have been very similar to that of George and Maurice, two curmudgeonly old geezers who are Heroes through and through. It is through that refracted grief that I found myself viewing the sadness and loss that this family have to endure.

This is not Jonah’s story Persé, but that of the whole family unit. His suffering is of the moment, but theirs for so many reasons are lingering and destructive and self perpetuating and it is the joint fight on his behalf that ultimately brings clarity and resolution.

This is not a linear story and revelation and explanation continue throughout, which like life itself creates a rich tapestry of threads which when unpicked, reveal a raw, but totally satisfying read that lingers well beyond the final page.

Saturday, 11 February 2017

Book Review: Home by Kate Hughes


Home by Kate Hughes

Full disclosure, Kate contacted me to ask whether I might like to read and review her new book. The premise intrigued me so I readily agreed.

Single mum Sophie , struggles with her decision to place her Autistic daughter into a residential school.

Rosie is a loving and happy  Twelve Year old child. There is one minor problem , her Autism causes her to fixate on things and whilst the physicality  that the expression of her frustrations when thwarted, was easy to manage  when she was small , her size now makes it impossible to manage  her rage and lashing out . It’s never malice, the destruction is not out of any intent, but due to an inability to adequately communicate she expresses her frustration physically.

I found this book a beautiful snapshot into the lives of thousands of families who are blessed with a special needs child.It showed with quite moving  honesty, the trials and tribulations that families face. Siblings taking on carer  responsibilities and perhaps sacrificing part of their childhood in the process. Grandparents who due to societal changes  would perhaps have been totally oblivious to the idea of a  Autism Spectrum who find understanding the condition difficult within the confines of their own experience.

Then of course you have the struggles of parents like  Liam and Sophie, who in the process of dealing with such a heart wrenching decision find themselves on a journey to acceptance and healing after a bitter and painful break up, with the addition of two potential love interests for Sophie, two equally kind enough whose empathy and gentleness are a balm for Sophie’s pain.

This is definitely a book I would recommend ,it is at once an absorbing and interesting story in it’s own right, but also an honest account of the effect Autism can have on a whole family.

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Book Review The Primitives by Rebecca Fernfield


 Primitive by Rebecca Fernfield.

I am a big fan of this type of Dystopian story, the trouble is after a while you begin to see familiarity in plots. There are the barest whiffs of the Hunger Games and The Handmaids tale in this first book in a series.

It is however, a wholly satisfying beginning and where similarities  to other stories occur, the necessity for them in Ms Fernfield’s imagining are clearly delineated. The world has been at war and a group of totalitarian overlords have seized control of everything from resources to religious freedom. The lore is solid and the decline for humanity in the wake of their machinations is highly plausible.

Merrial is a spirited young woman and her family’s tiny almost imperceptible rebellions begin to make her too visible. I liked her very much, she is not passive but she is not your average heroine either. Her goodness is balanced by a violent temper and an impulsivity that gets her into more scrapes than gets her out.

The story is cleverly woven and the feeling of unease and not knowing who to truly trust is palpable, a sure boon in a book where trust above all things is proven to be shattered over and over again and secrets and lies are cracked open like little nutty nuggets.

There is a sweet underlying romance too (thank heavens the notion of a love triangle has been eschewed!) which makes this a solid pick for young adults but the complexity and underlying themes of misogyny and slavery make it just as readable as an adult.  I can find little to complain about and look forward eagerly to read the next instalment 

Four solid stars.