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Educating Alice by Alice Greenup

Educating Alice by Alice Greenup

My Thoughts: An un-put-downable journey through Alice’s life.

About the Book:

What really happens when a city girl becomes a farmer?s wife? If you?re a fan of Rachael Treasure, you?ll love this memoir: a real-life outback love story that proves truth is even better than fiction …

A footloose city slicker who couldn?t tell a bull from a cow was hardly the ideal candidate to answer an ad for a governess on a Mackay cattle station. But Alice Greenup was game for anything, until she was bowled over by a handsome young jackeroo with a devastating smile. It was the start of a whole new way of life as Alice gave up her city life to embrace the bush and all that came with it: horses, cattle, the obsession with rain – and the correct way to wear a hat.

After overcoming more than a few obstacles, the unlikely couple eventually married, moving to Rick?s family farm near Kingaroy. Determined to make their own future, they gambled their dreams on a vast property called ?Jumma?. It was a huge risk but with a lot of love, blood, sweat and tears, they were on their way.

But one morning they almost lost it all. When Alice?s horse bucked her out of the saddle in remote bushland, she was gravely injured. Rick was forced to leave her lying alone, drifting in and out of consciousness, to gallop home for help. What followed would test their love to the limit …

The Railwayman's Wife by Ashley Hay

The Railwayman’s Wife by Ashley Hay

My thoughts: If you want to be carried away and forget about time, this is the book for you!

About the Book:

Three people, struggling to come to terms with great loss after the end of the war, search for peace in a small town’s library in a heartbreaking novel of love and loss and the healing power of memory and words.

In a small town on the land’s edge, in the strange space at a war’s end, a widow, a poet and a doctor each try to find their own peace, and their own new story.
In Thirroul, in 1948, people chase their dreams through the books in the railway’s library. Anikka Lachlan searches for solace after her life is destroyed by a single random act. Roy McKinnon, who found poetry in the mess of war, has lost his words and his hope. Frank Draper is trapped by the guilt of those his treatment and care failed on their first day of freedom. All three struggle with the same question: how now to be alive.
Written in clear, shining prose and with an eloquent understanding of the human heart, The Railwayman’s Wife explores the power of beginnings and endings, and how hard it can be sometimes to tell them apart. It’s a story of life, loss and what comes after; of connection and separation, longing and acceptance. Most of all, it celebrates love in all its forms, and the beauty of discovering that loving someone can be as extraordinary as being loved yourself.
A story that will break your heart with hope.

 

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My thoughts: I loved, loved, loved this book!

About the book:

It’s Christmas morning on the edge of the rugged Mortimer Ranges. Sarah Barnard saddles Tansy, her black mare. She is heading for the bush, escaping the reality of her broken marriage and her bankrupted trail-riding business.

Sarah seeks solace in the ranges. When a flash flood traps her on Devil Mountain, she heads to higher ground, taking shelter in Hangman’s Hut.

She settles in to wait out Christmas.

A man, a lone bushwalker, arrives. Heath is charming, capable, handsome. But his story doesn’t ring true. Why is he deep in the wilderness without any gear? Where is his vehicle? What’s driving his resistance towards rescue? The closer they become the more her suspicions grow.

But to get off Devil Mountain alive, Sarah must engage in this secretive stranger’s dangerous game of intimacy.

Me on reading:

I don’t seem to get as much time to read as I used to. Truth be known, I don’t love reading as much as I did before I started to write. Often because I’m snatching time while waiting for the school bus, or in an airport and my concentration isn’t where it should be. And sometimes it’s because I have a damn deadline hanging over me and I know I should be writing, not reading.

Once in a while, though, I pick up a book and am blown away. I get so entrenched in between the pages I forget everything. These are the sorts of books you’ll see here.

I’ll try and update this once a month or so! Note, I did say *try*!

 

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