I feel a real failure
for sure. After going to bed on a low, because I am so overweight, my Husband
was really kind to me and then I blow it. I got up through the night and ate
not only crisps, but a chocolate bar. I haven’t done that in ages. Oh I am so
cross with myself. I hope today, I will resist both things and then make up for
it. I just couldn’t sleep. Didn’t help the fact that I am listening to a book
which is really disturbing me. OK, why listen to it I hear you shout? It’s like
an itch and I need to scratch it.
Almost a compulsion to get to the end. It’s disturbing
because it is my story. My horrible story of my life. Well, almost, it’s kind
of spookily too alike. As though the
author has hijacked my mind and thoughts. So I am reading it to see what the
ending is. Will it be my destiny?
The
story is the bad Mother, by Isabelle Grey. Here is the synopsis
Are there secrets that should never be told?
If so, how far must a mother go to keep them?
Tessa Parker runs a successful B&B in a seaside
town. During a surprise visit, a long-lost aunt lets slip a family secret with
devastating consequences.
Navigating her own turmoil at a crucial moment in
her children's lives, Tessa's search for her birth father forces her to decide
who she really wants to be.
But now her son is missing. Has she left it too
late to be a good mother?
It is rather a slow start leading into the middle of the
book, but my word when it gets going, it’s a real tangle.
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