Now, when I started reading this book, and I noticed the name of the author, I started getting this running commentary in my head for how this entry would go. And then I read the blurb at the back where it said she'd died from terminal cancer in 2007 and set up a trust in her name through her publishers ... and I thought I wouldn't post anything in such poor taste (except this: Siobhan Dowd, when you were alive, you had an amazing first name. Bet you got a lot of grief with it too)
Solace Of The Road was a good book, though at first I had my reservations (that's what you get, I guess for picking up a book just because you share a Christian name. Although, Holly, the main character, sounds a lot like my Lamb.) Holly, the girl in it, is a foster child, and the book's basically about her being taken in by foster parents, rather than at a home, and her then running away from London to Ireland to try and get to her mum.
You do feel for the girl, even if she is a little nuts. She reminds me of a few girls I know. I was in tears by the end, when she's about to throw herself off a boat in the middle of the Irish Sea. She stole a wig from her foster mother before running off (who had cancer and wore this wig, but hated it. Holly loved the wig) and she used it to imagine an alter-ego while she was running away, but by the time she's on the ferry she can't convince herself like it anymore and ... yeah, you have to read it. I'm almost tempted to read Bog Child because of it, though that book never really grabbed me.
I'm halfway through The Girl Who Could Fly now, so I'll write about that in a day or so. And then maybe I'll carry on with This Bleeding City/On The Road, or maybe I'll start the Carrie Diaries. Who knows.
In other news ... sorry for not blogging much. I've slept every opportunity the last few days. I'm getting bruises and purpura too, on my chest. I'm making myself paranoid again. Dr Scully's in my head, constantly telling me the chances are still remote, but still ... I may be out of it for a little while. Don't be surprised if I don't blog much. I'm in my own head. Doesn't help that I'm doubting my writing ability, having read through about half of Uprooted now ... I need to make more changes. Sigh.
Solace Of The Road was a good book, though at first I had my reservations (that's what you get, I guess for picking up a book just because you share a Christian name. Although, Holly, the main character, sounds a lot like my Lamb.) Holly, the girl in it, is a foster child, and the book's basically about her being taken in by foster parents, rather than at a home, and her then running away from London to Ireland to try and get to her mum.
You do feel for the girl, even if she is a little nuts. She reminds me of a few girls I know. I was in tears by the end, when she's about to throw herself off a boat in the middle of the Irish Sea. She stole a wig from her foster mother before running off (who had cancer and wore this wig, but hated it. Holly loved the wig) and she used it to imagine an alter-ego while she was running away, but by the time she's on the ferry she can't convince herself like it anymore and ... yeah, you have to read it. I'm almost tempted to read Bog Child because of it, though that book never really grabbed me.
I'm halfway through The Girl Who Could Fly now, so I'll write about that in a day or so. And then maybe I'll carry on with This Bleeding City/On The Road, or maybe I'll start the Carrie Diaries. Who knows.
In other news ... sorry for not blogging much. I've slept every opportunity the last few days. I'm getting bruises and purpura too, on my chest. I'm making myself paranoid again. Dr Scully's in my head, constantly telling me the chances are still remote, but still ... I may be out of it for a little while. Don't be surprised if I don't blog much. I'm in my own head. Doesn't help that I'm doubting my writing ability, having read through about half of Uprooted now ... I need to make more changes. Sigh.
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