#BookBlitz The Secret to Falling in Love by Victoria Cooke

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Hi all,

I have been reading away behind the scenes to bring you some Blogtour posts that you will love to read about. I have come across some fantastic reads and have enjoyed getting to know seemingly unknown authors along my ‘book-blogger’ travels.

The wonderful Rachel of Rachels Random Resources(www.rachelsrandomresources.com/) always has the best books to promote and I am always astounded at how brilliant the content is that she shares. 

Here is one example of a brilliant, well written story that made my heart soar as I read through it. 

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Big thanks as always must go to both Rachel and the author, Victoria Cooke for allowing me read and review Melissa’s story. 

This story had me captured from the very start, Melissa (or Lissa – exactly the way I call my own sister of the same name) was enchanting and I fell in love with her character. She was flawed as we all are in some way and she was at times unable to see her own worth but she was such a good character to get to know. 

Before I tell you more about this book, let me tell you a bit more about the author. 

About the Author

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Victoria Cooke grew up in the city of Manchester before crossing the Pennines in pursuit of a career in education. She now lives in Huddersfield with her husband and two young daughters and when she’s not at home writing by the fire with a cup of coffee in hand, she loves working out in the gym and travelling. Victoria was first published at the tender age of eight by her classroom teacher who saw potential in a six-page story about an invisible man. Since then she’s always had a passion for reading and writing, undertaking several writers’ courses before completing her first novel, ‘The Secret to Falling in Love,’ in 2016.


About the Book

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Lifestyle journalist and thirty-something singleton Melissa hashtags, insta’s and snapchats her supposedly fabulous life on every social media platform there is.
That is until she wakes up on her birthday, another year older and still alone, wondering if for all her internet dates, love really can be found online? The challenge: go technology free for a whole month!

Forced to confront the reality of her life without its perfect filters, Melissa knows she needs to make some changes. But when she bumps into not one, but two gorgeous men, without the use of an app, she believes there could be hope for love offline.

If only there was a way to choose the right guy for her…

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My Review

This story was quirky, loveable, fun and very easy to read. These are just some of the words I would use to describe this book.

I fell in love with Melissa’s character from the very start. Sure, she had some anxieties about herself as we all do, but she never failed to let that bring her down. She was strong-willed and I loved how bubbly and fun her character could be. 

The story was easy to get into and I enjoyed the character interactions, which were  believable because the dialogue was so well written. There was a definite chemistry between Melissa and her ‘love interests’ and I read with eagerness to see who won her heart. I was not disappointed in the least. This story wasn’t predictable; just when you thought you had figured out the story, then you bowled over by a twist that you didn’t see coming. I enjoyed reading this book and was pleasantly surprised with how it was concluded. 


I was expecting to like this book just from reading the description.  I love reading a romance book that is simple and easy to get into and I flowed quickly through this book and I enjoyed reading about the characters. I would have loved to have read more about the love interests and delved deeper into who they were, but this story was so well written, that it didn’t subtract away from the drama of it all.

One thing I did love about this book is how thought provoking it was. It seriously had me thinking about how much of my own life is controlled by technology and social media. It was interesting to read how obstacles could be overcome if those things were taken away. We as a society get so caught up in what is on our screens in front of us, that we fail to properly look and listen to what is going on around us. I feel like this story opened my eyes up a little and made me realise that I need to start putting my phone done more and see about living my life away from my phone. 

I would recommend anyone who loves this type of genre to give this book a try. Great first book by Victora, I look forward to reading more from her in the future. 

Rating – 4 out of 5

S x

Giveaway – Win an ARC of The Secret to Falling in Love and a box of Belgian Truffles (UK Only)
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Making Plans, Making Changes

Today has been productive to say the least.
I have been in touch the local college about there Journalism Course. The tutor I spoke with advised what the course entailed and offered to book me in for an assessment.
I have also been looking more into how I can earn from my writing. My blog has been changed to the Premium plan and I have turned on Wordads, although I need more tutoring on this if anyone can help? 😀


I am researching and I am ahead with my blog scheduling and I am feeling better than I have in months. For once I actually know without a doubt what I want to do. So I am taking a step forward everyday and I will hopefully see my goals and dreams realised. I just have to put the work in and hopefully belong I can be my own boss. 🙂

Wish me luck on this journey! 😀


S x


Writing Goals

For those who follow me, you may have noticed that I haven’t added further posts connecting to the 30 Day Challenge that I set myself to write Flash Fiction. I haven’t forsaken this task, in fact I am working on pieces for you as I speak, but I put a slight pause on it as I put a few ‘personal issues’ right.

I have to say, I seriously enjoying getting back into the swing of writing. I love sitting and putting words down on the screen and stringing them together to make a sentence, which in turn makes a paragraph and so on. I love writing and have done for as far as I can remember. Life has played a part in slowing down my dreams and as much as I love my children and my husband, I am ready to start doing something for me. I don’t ever want to look back on my life and say that ‘I never tried’. So, I am looking at getting a qualification in Journalism. There is a local college to me which does a 12 month course and I am waiting a response from them as to when I can apply officially. It would be starting in September and yes, this would mean giving up my day job (scary, eeek) but I know I can’t keep putting my goals aside out of fear.

When I was younger, almost 20, I made  list of writing ambitions that I wanted to achieve. I wrote these in a notebook and I have recently come across these again. Some of these seem childish now, but I wanted to share them with you. Some of these I am still hoping I can achieve.

  • Write a book.
  • Write for a tabloid or girly magazine.
  • Write scripts for tv-shows, especially Buffy, Angel, Smallville and EastEnders (lol, I was a fan-girl for sure!)
  • Create a script/screenplay for my story, Emily (this has changed title and has been re-hashed a few times but if you look back at my previous post, Tainted Love, you will see the story that has stayed with me the past 20 years)
  • Interview a celebrity – especially Jennifer Aniston, Julia Roberts, Sarah Michelle Gellar (still do love these ladies!!)
  • Create a completely new soap opera, one that will be talked about all around the World (a girl has to have ambition, right?)
  • Write a book of short stories
  • Collaborate with another author, maybe Stephen King or Dean Koontz? (yeah, because they guys need my help to sell books. ;0))
  • Work for a local newspaper
  • Write Book Reviews (well, I do this one – See previous posts/blog tours)
  • Become a broadcast journalist and report on the news.
  • Present on television.

I have lived a happy life with my husband but now its time for me to create a career for myself. Some of the above points are way out of my reach, some are unrealistic and maybe all of the them will not be achieved at all, but one things for sure I am not going to sit around and not doing anything now. Here I go. 🙂





Day 4: 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

Day 4 – 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

‘His wife was having tea with the king and he didn’t even know about it’.

Now I see her

Arthur Miller could not believe his eyes, and at times it has been known for them to let him down; his ageing body was a minefield of late, but he knew he wasn’t seeing things now. There, right in front of him smiling back from the newspaper eating a cream tea with the King was non-other than his wife, Daisy. He blinked once, twice, three times and stared again at the image in front of him. Daisy was dressed in a rather fancy looking dress with her hair pinned up on top of her head and she was wearing make up for the first time in years. Arthur tried to remember whether his wife had mentioned this ‘special meeting’ to him. But he couldn’t recall anything.
Arthur checked the date of the paper; Monday 12th May 2039. Today was Tuesday, so this happened yesterday. Looking back at the article, it says that Daisy was picked out of thousands of people who had applied to meet King William V. To enter you had to write a compelling reason for why you thought you should meet him. Arthur looked up abruptly as an image appeared in his head of Daisy showing him a page she had torn out of the newspaper.
Arthur cursed himself for not noticing more of what his wife told him and guilt started to creep through his core. Little snippets of conversation started to trickle back and he remembered parts of conversations which he only half listened to.
‘Arthur, would you look at this in the paper?’ his wife had asked one sunny morning whilst he tried to watch the morning television; his mind automatically droning out the sound of his wife’s beautiful tones.
‘Arthur, what should I put as a reason for meeting the King?’ Daisy had asked when he was getting his coat on ready to leave the house to walk their dog.
‘They have written back, I am shortlisted!’
‘This is an official letter, I hope it isn’t a rejection.’
And yesterday as he was studying a detective programme, trying to figure out ‘Who Done it,’ she had sidled up to him and turned on the spot, asking him how she had looked.
‘Fine Luv, you look fine.’
Arthur knows he said this without actually looking up at her.
With each line spoken, Arthur cannot recall if he ever responded. He was always too busy reading about the local news, watching television or heading out of the house. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his wife; quite the contrary in fact, but it occurs to him suddenly how much he has taken Daisy for granted. They met over 40 years ago, and they have had a wonderful marriage, but at some point, he stopped listening to her. Arthur stopped paying her compliments, stopped taking her out on dates and stopped looking at her properly. For a long time now, he has stopped seeing the girl that he fell in love with.
The shame is thick and sticks to his skin. He can’t shake the feeling that he has let her down. Staring back down at the newspaper, it is as if he is seeing her for the first time in a long time. Her blue eyes are twinkling, and they are creased in the corners as though she is mid-laugh. The dress she is wearing hugs her slender figure beautifully; in all the years that they have been together she has never had to diet, even after having their two wonderful children. Daisy’s long grey-blonde hair is sitting up high on her head, looking as luscious and healthy as it always does. Staring at his wife properly like this for the first time in years takes his breath away.
‘Wow, she is beautiful.’
Arthur knows that he has wasted enough time being blinded by how amazing Daisy is, but he refuses to waste anymore. Getting up gingerly, gripping onto his cane that rests beside him, he busies himself around the kitchen. Daisy has not risen from bed yet, he has always been the early bird in their relationship and has always loved the quiet, but he now realises that the time without her is too empty. He wonders at how a simple photograph could break his stubborn old ways; but he is glad that it has.
Ten minutes later, Arthur is walking into the bedroom that they both share and places a breakfast tray with eggs, toast and a pot of tea next to the master bed. Daisy is slowly starting to wake to sound of him entering the room. Lifting her head of off the pillow, she spies the breakfast and smiles sweetly up at her husband. Their eyes meet and Arthur is taken aback by how beautiful she is after all of these years; Why did he stop looking?
‘Wow,’ Daisy proclaims, ‘What did I do to deserve this?’
She sits up and looks at her husband who sits down beside her.
‘I saw your photograph in the paper, Oh Luv, I am so sorry, I didn’t take enough notice.’
Daisy pats his hand and she smiles contently.
‘There you are…I knew your eyes would see me again if I was on the front of your favourite newspaper.’
Arthur takes her hand into his and pulls it up to his lips, placing a kiss on her fingers lightly.
‘I have stopped looking for way too long, I am so sorry love’.
Daisy smiles deeper and asks him to pass the newspaper which is resting under his arm. Arthur passes it and watches as she places her glasses on before turning to the main article inside and reading out loud.
‘My name is Daisy Miller and I would love to be chosen to have tea with the King. I have been married to my husband, Arthur for 43 years. When I first met my husband, we were deeply in love and spent every waking day together making plans for our future. Every minute spent with him has been wonderful, but as is the case with most relationships, we started to take one another for granted. We missed parts of conversation as we were too busy doing something else, we missed important moments because we didn’t have enough time to listen. And for the most part, we stopped making eye contact and seeing one another. Some would blame my husband, but in all honesty, it was both of us. He stopped looking for me, and I stopped making myself visible for him. The years of aging is a never-ending battle and I came to a point in my life when I stopped trying. I ditched the make-up and dressed in dowdy cardigans.
The reason for me applying for this isn’t just so I can eat a cream tea with William V, although it would be marvellous, of course. The main reason is because I know that the event will be photographed and maybe it will be some way for my husband to see the person he fell in love with all those years ago. I want to put my hair up in a bun like it was on the day that we first met, and I want to wear the same ruby red lipstick that I had on when we shared our first kiss. The dress I have in mind is similar to the one that I wore when he asked me to marry him. Let me show my husband that I am still in here; I have aged and weathered, but I am still that young girl who was swept off her feet by the charming young man who stole her heart.’
Daisy looks up from the newspaper, tears are running down her cheeks and she is smiling deeply. Arthur has never seen a more stunning woman in all his life, the fact that she has gone to all this trouble for him makes him feel like the proudest man alive.
How on earth did he stop seeing her?
From this point onwards, he will make sure that he never takes her for granted ever again.
After all this time, she is still his girl.

Flash Fiction
by Stephanie Geary

Day 3 – 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

Day 3: 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

‘The Language of Flowers, Pyjamas, a secret passageway’.


The Blossoming Weed

by Stephanie Geary

Stretching my arms above my head, I straighten my body as far as it will go, working out all the tiny kinks and aches that comes from lying in the same position all night. The strong smell of flowers surrounds me, and I breathe in its heady scent, furrowing my brow and try to think where the scent could be coming from. My neck is feeling less than normal today, and I wonder at how awkward I must have lay in my sleep for it to be hurting the way it does.
I open my eyes slowly, trying to shield them from the bright white light that is shining through my bedroom window. My mind is racing, I have woken up out of sleep and I am struggling to remember where I am, who I am or what I am. My head hurts and my fingers feel stiff and lifeless. I push myself up into a sitting position and look sideways at the blazing sunshine outside. I frown as I remember that its late December and that there shouldn’t be this much sun.
The inside of my mouth feels dry and I search aimlessly around the bed for a drink. I shield my eyes from the glow that is almost overpowering, and I stand up feebly as I aim to head to the kitchen to grab me some water. I rub my neck to try to release some of the tension that I can feel, but it doesn’t help much. The pain is not unbearable, but it isn’t pleasant either. I step through the doorway, the smell of flowers getting stronger; I try to remember if I brought any flowers that day or if anybody had brought any for me, but then I remember that 1) I don’t really like flowers and 2) I don’t have anybody in my life that would buy me any. In fact, I don’t have anybody full stop…suddenly my head spins and I feel completely disorientated. I close my eyes briefly as I try to steady myself.
Slowly, I open my eyes and I stare dumbfounded at my surroundings. The room I should find myself in is the kitchenette/living area, but the area I stand in looks unfamiliar. Everything from the décor to the shape of the room is wrong. My mind is spinning as I try desperately to understand what is happening, but I feel blank. My nerves are stretched, and I anxiously turn around on the spot trying to find something that I recognise. It is as though I have stepped through a secret passageway and stumbled onto a place that is unknown. And yet, I see my framed photographs on the hearth, and I see my pink ‘Girls Rulez’ mug on the coaster near the sofa but everything about this place feels wrong and disjointed.
I place my hands on the wall and hold myself up as I close my eyes against the tidal wave of panic that is threatening to spill out of me. I breathe in and out and concentrate on my counting as my councillor has advised. The room around me is spinning and I feel myself losing control. Tears well at the corner of my eyes as fragments of memories rush at me with astounding speed. My abusive parents, my destroyed childhood, my substance abuse, my recovery in rehab, my councillor meetings, my endless talks about how unfair my life is, my tears and anger at how unhappy I am. Flying at me like bats that have been disturbed in a cave, my memories crash into me and gradually start coming together. And then all is still. I remember.
Turning around and facing the bedroom doorway again I step gingerly back through it knowing what I will see. Everything is making sense now. The aching and stiffness in my limbs from lack of blood supply. The dry mouth from the gurgling last breaths I took. The pain in my neck caused by the rope which I used to hang myself. And there in the corner, silhouetted by the bright unearthly glow is my pyjama clad body, knees touching the floor and my head resting to the side hanging from a rope which is tethered to the top of my wardrobe.
I realise that I no longer feel anything. No pain, no remorse, no shame, no pity, no anger, no dread.
I feel nothing.
I simply am.
This is peace. This is what I was hoping for.
And then suddenly, the bright white light surrounds me and all at once I fade away and join the people who reside in the glow and amongst them all are vast amounts of beautiful blue violets.


Flash Fiction

Day 2: Flash Fiction 30 Day Challenge

Day 2 – ‘Smoke hung so thick in the library’s rafters that she could read words in it.’

Belle’s Safe Haven

  My name is Belle and I live with a Beast; he is frightening, cruel and fierce. I am trapped here for always; my only companions are the cursed people who are trapped here too.
My days are spent wandering around this empty house, most doors are closed to me and I feel lost inside the cold, dark walls.
I miss my father, I miss my life.
I walk and walk each corridor, knowing where each brick lies and knowing which door handle turns for me and which ones require a key that I don’t have. The only room that I feel safe in is the library. This is a room that keeps me sane and stops me from losing my mind. In the library I can escape to a different world; the expanse of books is incredible, and I love how I feel a little closer to normality by just being within its walls.
The Beast was not very happy with me yesterday. I had entered the wing of the house that he had forbade me to enter. I had peered at his personal items and I had looked on in horror at the slashed paintings which I assume are depicting himself before the curse. My eyes were drawn to the beautiful red rose encased in glass. A flower that defies rationality as it stands on its stem. My eyes had lingered far too long on the astonishing petals, some of which had fell away and lay littered at the base.
I didn’t hear him approach; it was his warm breath I felt first. Hot and angry on the back of my neck. The hairs on my skin stood on end and I slowly turned to the enraged face of the creature that has imprisoned me. I had shielded my face with my arms, fearful that he would strike me down where I stood, but instead he had dragged me from the room as a deep, guttural growl rose from him. I was locked into my room and only let out this morning when breakfast was served.
I am now walking down the corridor towards the library. My feet are stepping eagerly as I long to read the next chapter in the book I had started yesterday. But something doesn’t feel right, the air is thick around me, almost like there is smoke. I reach the door to the library and I feel the smallest parts that I held together within myself start to break. The room which had a beautiful wooden interior; my book haven is now full of flames and smoke. The entire room is on fire and the tears that spring to my eyes are as hot and angry as the inferno that is raging ahead of me. I enter the room slowly and feel the heat on my skin and I breathe in the deep smell of burnt wood and paper. Smoke is hung so thick in the library’s rafters that I can read words in it.
The Beasts final words from yesterday ring in my ears, ‘You will be punished for your insolence, you wretched girl’. All at once I see my life mapped out in front of me; the endless lifeless days coupled with the intense fear I feel of living with a creature who is depraved and cruel. I refuse to live my days in this way, I refuse to let that monster control my every move.
Turning back towards the double doors, I stand tall and breathe my last full breaths before slowly closing the door and locking it so that I am safely inside. I would rather face the fiery inferno inside this library than live another day a shadow of who I used to be. With that thought, I walk further into the flames and feel the heat as it tickles, nibbles and then bites at my skin.


Flash Fiction
by Stephanie Geary



Day 1 – 30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

DAY 1:  An  impulse  buy  leading  to  intergalactic  warfare.

All of Me

My feet lead me into the local charity store,
My hands pick up the ornamental rock,
My eyes widen as I take in the beautiful colours,
My fingers run over the sharp edges and tap at the smooth parts,
My mouth asks ‘How Much?’
My Ears hear the price
My lips twist into a smile as I know that I am taking this remarkable rock home.
My legs walk me back home, the rock buried deep in my bag.
My mind wanders at where it could sit, and I place it on a shelf near my bed.
My eyelids are abruptly opened from sleep
My senses detect that I am not alone.
My mind whizzes when I see an unfamiliar creature standing in my room.
My body freezes as it draws nearer
My tongue feels dry inside my mouth as I struggle to scream
My limbs are frozen still and I lie paralyzed.
My confusion is immense as I see the creature take the glitzy rock and swallow it whole.
My fear is doubling as the creature reaches forward towards me.
My sight is darkened as pain shoots through my body rapidly and without trepidation.
My heart is racing faster than it ever should.
My palms are sweaty and I feel faint from the wounds inflicted on my skin.
My head spins, I am losing consciousness; the creature looks on and smiles a cruel smile.
My voice is coming back and I squeak the words, ‘Why?’
My brain burns as words from this creature come to my mind, he says ‘your world took from me.’
My life is ending and it says, ‘So I will take you from your world.’
My vision is blinded by bright white light and all at once I am miles from my home.


Flash Fiction
by Stephanie Geary

Book Review: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

Hi all,

I bring you a review for fantastic story; I came across a copy of this at a local bookstore and I had heard so many good things about it, so I brought it home with me and I was not disappointed with it at all. 

Turning a few pages in, it was evident that this story was never going to be a happy one; at least not at first. The trials that these women had to endure, like most of the women in Afghanistan were almost unthinkable at times. I read eagerly, letting the words help to picture the varying years of Afghan history. Thirty years were spanned and I lapped up every single word. The descriptions were so brilliantly done that I could picture the areas that both women were brought up in; I pictured the destruction and the pain, along with the brutality, but I also pictured the humanity and the love. I read and followed a community that was rocked by war, families who were touched by wars unrelenting torture and I read as they tried to live amongst the rubble that had become their lives. I felt the frustration for the women of Afghanistan and the almost intolerable circumstances in which they were forced to live. As the story spanned over the 30 year history, I cried for the women who survived each day painstakingly; the women who were the backbone of every household, the women who held their families together, the women who took the beatings and violence, the women who lived an existence that was overshadowed by a man. It was refreshing to read a story that also showed the families where the male/female roles were more relaxed; it showed the men and women who loved one another, the men and women who fought as equals and it showed the steadfast loyalty that they had for each other. 

I could talk and talk about this book for a long time. Sometimes, I find a book that truly moves me and this book did that. I truly opened my eyes to the history of Afghanistan and it made me so grateful for the life that I am allowed to live freely.

This story was created by a fantastic author, one who is now going to be added to my ‘Favourites’. I have wanted to read his work for so long and I have always added his books to my TBR list but never picked one up. I am so glad I started with A Thousand Splendid Suns….before I go on a bigger ‘writing rampage’ about this book then lets see a little bit about the man himself…

About the Author

Khaled Hosseini was born in Kabul, Afghanistan, in 1965. His father was a diplomat in the Afghan Foreign Ministry and his mother taught Farsi and history at a high school in Kabul.

In 1976, the Foreign Ministry relocated the Hosseini family to Paris. They were ready to return to Kabul in 1980, but by then their homeland had witnessed a bloody communist coup and the invasion of the Soviet Army. The Hosseinis sought and were granted political asylum in the United States, and in September 1980 moved to San Jose, California. Hosseini graduated from high school in 1984 and enrolled at Santa Clara University, where he earned a bachelor’s degree in biology in 1988. The following year he entered the University of California, San Diego, School of Medicine, where he earned a medical degree in 1993. He completed his residency at Cedars-Sinai medical center in Los Angeles and was a practicing internist between 1996 and 2004.

In March 2001, while practicing medicine, Hosseini began writing his first novel, The Kite Runner, which was published by Riverhead Books in 2003. That debut went on to launch one of the biggest literary careers of our time. Today, Khaled Hosseini is one of the most recognized and bestselling authors in the world. His books, The Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, and And the Mountains Echoed, have been published in over seventy countries and sold more than 40 million copies worldwide.
In 2006 Khaled was appointed a Goodwill Ambassador for UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency. Inspired by a trip he made to Afghanistan with the UNHCR, he later established The Khaled Hosseini Foundation, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit, which provides humanitarian assistance to the people of Afghanistan.

He lives in Northern California with his wife and two children.


About the Book


A Thousand Splendid Suns is a breathtaking story set against the volatile events of Afghanistan’s last thirty years—from the Soviet invasion to the reign of the Taliban to post-Taliban rebuilding—that puts the violence, fear, hope, and faith of this country in intimate, human terms. It is a tale of two generations of characters brought jarringly together by the tragic sweep of war, where personal lives—the struggle to survive, raise a family, find happiness—are inextricable from the history playing out around them.

Propelled by the same storytelling instinct that made The Kite Runner a beloved classic, A Thousand Splendid Suns is at once a remarkable chronicle of three decades of Afghan history and a deeply moving account of family and friendship. It is a striking, heart-wrenching novel of an unforgiving time, an unlikely friendship, and an indestructible love—a stunning accomplishment

My Review

This was an heart-wrenching, harrowing, eye-opening and at times uplifting story; this book took me on an incredible journey through a land which I was fairly unfamiliar with. The history combined with the story helped to create a thrilling read; I was enthralled by the lives of both Mariam and Laila. I laughed with them; grieved with them and cried with them, always willing them forward and hoping that both would see a brighter, happier future. This book was relentless at times and I felt the pain that was inflicted on these poor women; both physically and mentally. And my eyes were opened to what life in Afghanistan is like, especially if you happen to be the wrong gender. The timeline spanned over 30 years and through that time we saw changes that were brought on by the ever-brutal war. A war that was raged by those in power, a war that affected its civilians savagely. I read with tears in my eyes at the injustice that was caused by the Taliban; the injustices being inflicted upon those who did not follow the same faith, or those that tried to fight back and I read with a heavy ache in my heart for all of the women both in this book and for those who today still live in a world that is limited to them because they are not what is deemed to be the right sex. But to say that this book is solely just about the suffering would not do it justice. This book is more than the violations, more than the forced underage marriages, more than the rape and torture….this book celebrates the strength and tolerance of those women.

Here we have women who born endless children, women who endure torture and beatings within their own homes. They cook, clean and look after children from morning until night; they force themselves to lie with husbands who bully them mentally and physically. These women never lose their faith, they are led around under cover and carry out their duties with pride and in silence. This book is further proof that women are strong, reliable, unbreakable beings. Some of the men depicted in this book may think that they are ‘above’ women in the hierarchy just as it says in their Quran but really these men forget where they would be without these women. It is the women who hold up the household, the women who carry the children, the women who work relentlessly day and night. 

This book gave me a lot of food for thought, it is certainly a book that will stay with me for a long time. I loved Mariam and I loved Laila…

Remarkable writing by the author. His words held me from the start and I will be ensuring that ‘The Kite Runner’ is added to my TBR list.


Well, you have read my review….so could I really give this book anything less than 5 stars!? It is absolutely amazing! A brilliant piece of writing….definately worth reading if you haven’t done already.

5 Stars!!


S x


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