I’m still in hospital for a few days after William is born so I can go down and see him (almost) whenever I want.
I woke up this morning (my first non working day of the week) full of cold, feeling sorry for myself and just wanted to curl up in bed. However apparently you can’t do sick when you have a child now!
I finished an amazing story last night, it’s not the typical happy ending chic lit stuff I normally read and there were some tears but not for the obvious reason.
Let’s merge two reviews into one, just for the hell of it! (I’m SUCH a rebel!) The obvious reason is because both books are written by the same author, and I would normally do these separate but I literally finished the first one and couldn’t wait to see what happens so went and bought the next one straight away. (Hey I’m sure I’m not the first and I know I won’t be the last!!!)
I’m beginning to like this writer more and more, firstly she is awesome and secondly she’s super awesome!! Ha ha, but seriously not only is she a writer after previously being a journalist but she’s also a celebrity mother to Buzz and Buddy her 2 adorable boys whom she has with husband McFly band member Tom Fletcher. She’s got a pretty high profile life yet always comes across as down to earth and pretty laid back.
One day, sitting in traffic, married Dublin mum Stella Sweeney attempts a good deed. The resulting car crash changes her life.
For she meets a man who wants her telephone number (for the insurance, it turns out). That’s okay. She doesn’t really like him much anyway (his Range Rover totally banjaxed her car). But in this meeting is born the seed of something which will take Stella thousands of miles from her old life, turning an ordinary woman into a superstar, and, along the way, wrenching her whole family apart.
Is this all because of one ill-advised act of goodwill? Was meeting Mr Range Rover destiny or karma? Should she be grateful or hopping mad? For the first time real, honest-to-goodness happiness is just within her reach. But is Stella Sweeney, Dublin housewife, ready to grasp it?
As I write this post, I ponder and wonder if there’ll be anyone else that feels the same way. I know family is blood and like they say it’s thicker than water BUT how many people see their families on a regular basis nowadays? I feel lucky that I do see my family and I have friends who tell me they only see their siblings at Christmas, or possibly over the summer holidays.