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“To be a neurosurgeon? To teach? I didn’t know. But if I did not know...

We all want a home, a place we belong. Even the traveller, who loves nothing more...

I give out five star reviews carefully. This is one of them. Starting out, it seems...

I remember this book from a few years ago. Looking at all the local fruit here in...

A word of warning, the English translation is still a year away, but having just finished...

Seeing an Eva Ibbotson book in one of the used bookshops around London a few months...

For most 16-year-olds, having to move into a small bungalow with their grandparents...

Two lives which couldn’t be more different: Carla’s in Teguchialpa in Honduras,...

“Otto, The letter began, in blue ink. I’ve gone. I’ve never seen the water,...

Let’s talk about happiness. Not just the feeling of happiness I get when I read...

Being an expat in a sunny seaside location is easy (believe me, I have been seeing...

A note to start: I am aware you may have read it the past two years, but, if like...

Finally, it is out in paperback! When we think of serious illnesses and diseases,...

“Its easy to make friends if you let pepul laff at you.” I won’t sugarcoat...

“So,” I say to the members of the Chocolate Lovers’ Club. “These are our not-very-long-out-of-the-oven,...

Ah the holidays! Christmas baking, trimming the tree, singing carols… family....

Christmas is everywhere now: on the radio, on television, in the shops – and...

Immigration is always talked about with masses in mind. This is the story of one particular...

It is the start of school at Pirriwee Public. It is exciting for the children and...

The people we meet on the street, on public transport, in shops. Hundreds a day, each...

She points at Watch that says 08:57, that’s only three minutes before nine....

Meet Liz Kroft, 29, strong, independent woman, cat mother of Muesli and with a good...

Ida and Alice couldn’t be more opposite. The sisters spent their childhood together...

Rarely does a book keep surprises to the very last page, but this one did. I thought...

I was born on 31, January 1979 – a Wednesday. I know it was a Wednesday, because...

It is summer! And if you are not away on holiday, it is time to pick up a book that...