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Kindness Is Underrated

What’s the most underrated life skill?

When I met my current husband, after six years of living happily alone, people asked what had made me want to jump back into a relationship. I’d been married to Jerzy for seven years until his death, then fell into a relationship that was abusive and coercive. I’d declared myself done with relationships, moved into my little converted piggery in a dead end village and threw myself into finishing my counselling training, giving authentic self workshops and using meditation as a recovery exercise. I told friends that I didn’t want setting up and I wouldn’t be dating – why would I spend an uncomfortable evening in the presence of someone I might not like when I could be at home watching a film or reading a book while snuggled up with the dog? I made little changes to make life happier: I went to the cinema every week; I walked the dog at least once a day; I went to a meditation class every Tuesday evening. Looking back I can honestly say I’d made myself a really enjoyable life. I was alone but I didn’t feel lonely. When people asked I would say I wasn’t looking for anyone and if I was going to meet someone they would just have to walk in the door. That’s exactly what Kev did. A friend brought him round and as soon as he fell in the door I knew we would get along. Many years ago my friend and I wrote a list of the qualities that were essential in a partner and it still makes me laugh now when we think about her list, which included trainers and teeth. My number one was kindness. I became friends with Kev, but what won me over was his killer smile, his sense of humour, but above all his kindness.

Kev was positively mushy about his daughters and I loved the way he dealt with their arguments. He wouldn’t ask what had happened or who started it, he just told them to give each other a hug till he said stop. They were usually giggling way before he joined in. If he knew I’d been doing paperwork all weekend he would bring round a Sunday dinner, once tipping an entire beef casserole into the footwell of his car when he took the village bends a touch too fast. He said he knew I was his sort of woman when I went inside for a serving spoon and put it all back in the dish, leaving just a couple of centimetres for the dog to finish. He asked me if we were going to eat it and I replied ‘yes, of course we are that’s really good stewing steak’. When we were going back and forth to Scotland visiting his dad who was unwell he made up a ‘kit’ of a hot water bottle, dressing gown, sanitary products and toiletries to keep at his dad’s flat. He would look for bookshops near to fishing grounds so we could both do what we loved on holiday. Eight years on he still brings be breakfast in bed every morning and brings me flowers on payday. He took on my family completely, happy to help with anything they needed. He helped with the electrical wiring on my brother’s camper van, installed a hot tub for my niece and always runs my parents to and from hospitals, picks up prescriptions, helped friends move house and recently took volunteer work with an outreach kitchen that feeds homeless people. His everyday kindnesses made a huge difference in my life and I’m determined to reciprocate the kindness he shows me.

We live in a world where people constantly spout the hashtag #BeKind without following any of its principles. Social media is so full of division and hate I’ve started to ration my time spent on it. I’m so saddened by the things people think it’s okay to say and I’ve felt it strongly over the last two weeks during the return of Strictly Come Dancing. I have found myself reminding people that this is a Saturday night dancing show, it’s entertainment not life and death. The vitriol aimed at the new presenting trio was expected, but I was shocked by how incredibly harsh and personal it was. We had the usual Pete from Texas inexplicably moaning about a same sex dancing couple on a show he wouldn’t have seen. Homophobia was rampant and most definitely politically motivated, coming from people who had feeds filled with anti-vax propaganda, Islamaphobia and Christian nationalism. Happy to use any opportunity to spout hateful views about two women dancing together and Jojo wearing a ‘dress’. I’m impressed by the tenacity of Josh Widdecombe who has been inundated by vicious abuse that went way beyond criticism of his presenting skills. People were asking why a total unknown with no live telly experience had been chosen – actually Josh has been presenting live tv over on Channel 4 since the 2012 Paralympics on The Last Leg. However, on that show he gets to work like a live comedian – chipping in, making off the cuff remarks and vying for the biggest laughs. He is funny in that environment and could easily be funny on Strictly but the strict timings and structure don’t really allow for improv. It was the personal comments that offended me most, judgements about Josh’s looks, voice, laugh and stature. Josh can improve week by week and settle into his new surroundings, the producers could move him to different sections of the production or allow more of that off the cuff comedy within the format. All these things can be changed and worked on. What Josh can’t change is who he is or how he looks and why should he?

I’m not going to repeat insults or show them because why give them column inches? You would think that Strictly fans would realise it was this type of judgement and bullying that contributed to the death of one of its brightest and most talented glitterball winners, Caroline Flack. She had so much to give, way beyond the presenting skills of her day job. Not only could she dance, she had an incredible voice too and I was waiting for her to announce a musical at some point. We must remember that no matter what they earn, how famous they are or how talented and beautiful they are, underneath it all they are a human being just like us. They feel self-doubt, imposter syndrome and will make mistakes. I hope that Josh has the ability to rationalise this as people looking for attention inside an algorithm that rewards negative and controversial content above kindness. I hope he has a support system as strong as I have and can disappear into his family bubble away from the media. We need to remember how to be kind. Don’t comment or argue against the negativity because that is what drives the algorithm and clutters up your feed with even more hateful comments. Instead put out something kind and supportive, that acknowledges what a huge change this is and the bravery it must have taken for the new presenters to accept the role. Each episode will get easier as they settle in and become used to each other’s way of working. Tell them you’re willing them on and then talk about what went well, the characters and the incredible dancing. We must start making time each day to actively be kinder to each other and not just those at home, although I do try to say at least one kind thing each day to Kevin and the girls. If you see someone and think they look amazing tell them so, say the colour suits them or ask where they got it, complimenting their style. Tell someone they’re good at their job. My eldest stepdaughter FaceTimes us once a week and was telling us about a setback at work and we reassured her, admired her approach to the children she works with and the example she gives to them. We told her we’re so proud of what she achieves in a tough job. Kindness can be shown in actions too. We take cake or a serving of pudding to a neighbour on Sundays. The proofs I’ve read and don’t want to keep go to our telephone box book exchange or to the outreach program with my husband. We gather items through autumn to go into Christmas gifts for homeless people and every month, instead of giving a tiny amount to a huge charity we give it to a local cat rescue lady to feed the cats. These small actions make us feel better, happy to be putting something positive into an increasingly negative world. It lifts our mood and allows us to breathe instead of being suffocated by frustration and anger. Kindness is powerful and transformative for you and the other person.

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Big Little Truths by Liane Moriarty 

What’s worse than a big little lie? An even bigger little truth . . .

Ten years ago, at the Pirriwee Primary school gates, the friendships of Celeste, Jane and Madeline were forged in the fires of young motherhood, the big little lies we all tell to hide our deepest fears and secrets – and the event that changed everything.

Now mothers to hormonal teens, these frazzled friends are starting to worry about the strangers occupying their kids’ bedrooms. Or they would, if they weren’t so distracted by their own problems.

Because:

Madeline’s landmark birthday is about to land a bombshell.

Jane’s rock-solid marriage is suddenly crumbling.

And Celeste’s mother-in-law is asking awkward questions about the past.

Not to mention the mystery of who sent the school principal a freshly severed finger.

So many difficult little truths.

Such a pity then that not a one of them can see the biggest ugliest truth hiding in their midst . . .

Reading this book felt like catching up with old friends and listening to their latest gossip. It was good to be back in Pirriwee and it’s a testament to the HBO series that I was surprised to be in Australia. The music, casting and setting of the series were so strong that I was seeing Reece Witherspoon and Nicole Kidman as I was reading. The ongoing lives of Madeline, Celeste and Jane are narrated in chapters headed with their names. In between is the transcript of a group counselling session with all the teenagers. All of this must link to a package, sent to the school containing a severed human finger. Their narration has all the hallmarks of life in the dreaded ‘middle’ even though Jane is a little younger than her friends. Their days are taken up with the care of their teenagers and elderly parents, ill health, the question of more children before menopause, big birthday celebrations and a role as mother of the bride for one of our friends. There’s also a cool new teacher at the school who’s keen to make friends. Underlying this are the events of the previous novel – the trauma of domestic violence for Celeste and the loss of Perry her husband, the discovery that Jane had a non-consensual experience with Perry resulting in the birth of her son Ziggy, and Perry’s ‘accidental’ death at a fancy dress party. Bonnie, the wife of Madeleine’s ex-husband Nathan is processing the trauma of pushing Perry to his eventual death and both she and Renata have larger roles in this follow up. 

Our new storylines are the growing presence and confusion of Celeste’s mother-in-law Mary Louise, who is both monstrous and hilarious at the same time. Celeste has to cope with Mary-Louise’s perception of Perry as her golden boy and her perception of Bonnie as a murderer. In a co-hort of liberal and correct women, her loose canon approach is hilarious at times. However she’s in danger of ruining her twin grandsons and turning them into their father. On a more positive note she treats Jane’s son Ziggy equally and insists on spending time with all three, much to Jane’s anxiety. Jane is coping with Perry’s ever widening circle of victims as the consequences of his actions affect her marriage and Tom in particular. Celeste is worried that Mary-Louise is being unusually spontaneous, erratic and forgetful. The fear of being responsible for a woman she never bonded with is always in the back of her mind. Madeline is turning 50, but instead of all eyes being on her the limelight is stolen by her eldest daughter and the ‘perfect boyfriend’ when he decides to publicly propose. Madeleine is just waiting for the cracks to show in this seemingly faultless young man, but soon planning for the wedding falls to the wayside as she finds a lump in her breast and needs to undergo diagnostic procedures. Facing her mortality and waiting for her test results has Madeline on a very thin rope, however it’s a bombshell from husband Ed that really brings life to a crashing halt. It. was interesting to see Madeline actually lose some of her famous composure and with very good reason.

The peripheral characters are also back and with a little bit more space to grow, something the author has deliberately done after watching actress Laura Dern turn the small role of Renata into something really interesting. Now she’s in the centre of the group more and I really enjoyed her ballsy choices and independent spirit, such as taking motorcycle lessons. She’s also a lot more astute than the others give her credit for, calmly sitting back and reading people perfectly. Bonnie has always felt underused in the first novel, now we focus on her a little more as she continues to process the trauma of Perry’s death and struggles to communicate with her daughter. Then there’s new woman in town and everyone’s favourite teacher, Melody, who is soon at Tom’s morning boot camp and gravitating towards the friends. She’s a good listener and brilliant at giving women permission to focus on their own needs between all the demands on our time. The freedom Jane feels when she’s taken to a club spontaneously and just lets loose is so lovely to see. The rather magical weekend away she organises is another hit, allowing Madeline to open up about struggles she’s having. Melody starts to feel like a fairy godmother and as the women welcome her into their friendship group, their teenagers enjoy her approach to teaching and she looks like a welcome addition to their community. There’s a new principle too and Celeste meets a man called Marco who has also just moved to Piriwee and is pleasantly surprised to feel that tingle of excitement when meeting someone who has romantic potential.  

So when a severed finger arrives at school addressed to the new principal rumours start to fly. A particularly worrying one for the parents is their kids casual joke about a ‘paedo’ middle aged man hanging around and asking questions about the school. Another rumour involves a mob boss who has the reputation for sending body parts through the mail when displeased, but who is his intended target? This central mystery meanders along through their busy lives. As before this set of parents are trying their best to work together, despite their tangled web of blended families. Jane hates being with Mary Louise, in fact it makes her feel sick, but if it’s the price of Ziggy having a grandmother in his life she will persevere. Maddy tries to work with Bonnie and Nathan, actually turning to her ex-husband for help when she realises that she’s overwhelmed. I felt so much for Jane and her experience of giving birth to the child of a man who has assaulted her. She finally shares something about Ziggy’s birth that I really identified with and found very emotional. The only jarring note in the whole narrative was the transcript of the teenagers who seem to be super intelligent and articulate compared with teenagers I know. They felt way more sophisticated (and rich) than me. I did have some inkling of the central mystery but it didn’t detract from my enjoyment at all. I’d feared I might be let down by this sequel but it definitely lived up to the first novel and the TV series. It still had that difficult to describe magic that makes you want to read it all in one go and I pretty much did. 

Out now from Michael Joseph

Meet the Author

Liane Moriarty is the Australian author of nine internationally best-selling novels: Three Wishes, The Last Anniversary, What Alice Forgot, The Hypnotist’s Love Story, Nine Perfect Strangers and the number one New York Times bestsellers: The Husband’s Secret, Big Little Lies, Truly Madly Guilty and Apples Never Fall. Her books have been translated into over forty languages and sold more than 20 million copies.

Big Little Lies, Nine Perfect Strangers and Apples Never Fall were adapted into popular television series with the star-studded casts including Nicole Kidman, Reese Witherspoon, Melissa McCarthy and Annette Bening.

Liane lives in Sydney, Australia, together with her husband, son and daughter.

Posted in Monthly Wrap Up

Best Reads September 2026

I have genuinely struggled to read this month and I’m relieved to be at the end of it and taking a much needed break. My home is in chaos because one of the cats is seriously injured, so keeping him safe and indoors while allowing the others to roam normally is difficult. If I separate Max from Dolly he gets very vocal and upset, but if we let him free to see her we have to block off the cat flap. The girls have started to tap at the window when they went to come in, but why is it always when I have my lap tray on my knee? It’s like they can sense me writing or doing my embroidery and want to cause maximum disruption, my lap is then free for cat cuddles of course. Minka is very outdoorsy and has taken over catching vermin, something Max is famous for. Max really wants to be out but although he’s healing he’s not ready yet. The bones seem to be healing well but the muscles and ligaments need plenty of rest yet. He broke his hip joint and his pelvis in several places then in the sacral area his ligaments had become detached leaving the spine separated from the pelvis. He’s walking now and looking a lot more like his old self, just with a slightly twisted walk. My dad has been struggling with his health meanwhile mum is trying to look after him as best she can as well as spending time with grandma who died last week at the age of 93. I sat down on the last day of September to write reviews but I couldn’t think straight. My head felt like a huge ball of chaos and I get weird neurological symptoms when I’m tired or overloaded. I took Max for his anti-inflammatory injections and the vet stopped and fetched me a chair. Apparently I was rocking as if I was about to faint. I’d gone white and when I took my glasses off my pupils were moving back and forth making me feel dizzy. I’ve read way more books than the four above but haven’t typed up my reviews as I’ve found it easier to use a pen and my reading journal so there are lots more reviews and snippets of my own writing coming soon.

This historical murder mystery by the author of last year’s smash hit The Betrayal of Thomas True, A.J. West. You may have seen him on Insta travelling around book stores with his worldly belongings in a camper van. I’m not going to give you my review because it’s due on a blog tour this month, but I’ll give you a preview and some background. We’re drawn into the story of Thomas Lewin and his brother William who went to the Chittagong hills in India. Thomas was a tool of empire but as far as English dignitaries go he did make some effort to speak to local chiefs in their dialect and kept local customs. He also had a relationship with a local woman called Dari who was referred to as the ‘wife’ of the great Thangliana. Everest is his daughter, drawn into the murder of her Uncle William who was killed thirty years after their return from India while acting in the West End. Everest isn’t sure about the murder, or the man kept in Broadmoor for committing it, especially when her father kept telling her about a curse. A.J.West has taken the historical details and written a great murder mystery with gothic and mystical elements and a very forthright female investigator. I fell in love with the journal entries that cover this family’s adventurous lives and particularly one written from the perspective of William’s wife Isabel who I was captivated by. It’s also incredibly witty and packed with colourful characters. Look out for my full review coming soon.

One golden summer. One missing treasure. And a secret that binds two lives together. 

Every year, Alice’s father gives her a treasure. Then on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, her final gift vanishes – along with the fragile certainty of her world. Alice runs, towards New York City and away from the memories of that last summer at the orchard where she grew up. Across the Atlantic, Tom has always felt that something is missing from his life. When he finds a long-forgotten letter, it leads him away from Sevenstones – the house at the heart of his family for generations – and towards a truth no one has ever fully told. From post-war London to 1960s New York, Alice and Tom’s stories become entwined. But will the secrets of their past bring them together, or break them apart?

I always think that the good marker of a book is when you find yourself thinking about it days later and this book brought up so many feelings! While we start with Alice’s devastating story of her early years, it was Tom’s narrative where the book came alive for me, with his early life in Dumfries and Galloway only a stone’s throw from my favourite yearly holiday destination. The descriptions are so vivid, from the hand to mouth existence of Tom and his father, their total connection with the seasons and each other. To be torn from all of that and transported to post-war London by his mother’s family feels so unjust. As Tom deals with new expectations, the fractured feel of the city and its bomb sites, we start to sense a secret behind all of this, only hinted at and never made clear to Tom. A promise was made in wartime, one that couldn’t be broken and has it’s roots in a house called Sevenstones where a key was left under a stone at the door for anyone who needed an interlude from their wartime duties. It’s a secret that follows Tom throughout his years at school and eventually across the Atlantic. Each section of this book is so evocative of its time and place and it is such an incredible example of how trauma is passed down through families. It made me think about world events that have affected previous generations of my family and why they made the decisions they did for their children.

When the skeletons of a young woman and a baby are uncovered on a long-abandoned farm in Hvalfjörður, it is clear they were buried years apart. West Iceland CID begins to investigate the disturbing discovery, aware that someone has gone to great lengths to keep the past hidden. In Akranes, Karitas, a young single mother seeking a new start, settles in with her four-year-old son and rents a basement flat from an eccentric landlord. A cautious sense of happiness returns when she meets the boy next door. But when news breaks that a local girl has been murdered, Karitas must decide who she can trust, knowing that one wrong choice could place her and her child in danger. Detective Elma is drawn into the case, forced to navigate long-hidden family secrets to understand a killer’s motive, while trying to hold together her increasingly troubled relationship with Sævar.

Wow I love this series and at the sixth book in it just gets better and better. These cases are never tidy. There’s always something that doesn’t quite fit or can’t be explained. I imagine this is the norm in real life police work, but often detective fiction is way too cleanly tidied away. Here someone always knows more than they’re willing to say or are more involved than you imagined. Then there’s the burden of proof needed for a conviction. Then there’s how everyone in Akranes is interlinked and having grown up in a small rural town I can see how it’s easy to think we know everything about another person. The truth is that we rarely see the full picture, just our part of it coloured by our own experience. Even within families there are things people know but no one talks about, there are different versions of the family history, things we’re open about and things we bury. Even so, how far would we go to protect those we love, especially our children? Throughout this series the people of Akranes are like a wider family, burying each other’s crimes and collectively forgetting the truth. The impact of one generation’s choices affecting the next. This is the scariest truth about monsters, they don’t look like storybook monsters, they can come out in daylight and ‘on the surface they’re just like ordinary people.’ This is a dark psychological thriller, full of atmosphere and a detective who always digs deep into her cases, even when it makes her personal life uncomfortable.

London, 1911. Coronation fever. Suffragette unrest. A city crackling with tension.

When a policeman is found brutally murdered on the streets of Kensington, blame falls on the three women seen fleeing the scene. Their sole witness? Stephen Pike: ex-borstal boy, under-butler extraordinaire and assistant to the most unconventional detective in London, Miss Decima Stockingham. Sharp-tongued, fearless and bored of behaving herself, she’s the only one able to see that this case is not what it seems.

Aided by an invisible network of maids – their eyes and ears in every house in London – this unlikely duo must catch the killer before time runs out. But in a city dazzled by ceremony and divided by change, you never know what might be lurking in the shadows…

It’s impossible for me to start this review without declaring my undying devotion to Miss Decima Stockingham who intelligent, entitled, sweary and short-tempered. On meeting her long-suffering servant Stephen Pike, other servants from the apartments that line Kensington Gore commiserate that at least he isn’t indentured to the mad old cow in 89C. He doesn’t correct them because largely their only impression of this woman is her morning bellow for her egg and her propensity to fling books out of the window until it arrives: 

“I was under the impression that boiling an egg was a quick job, but apparently you’re rearing the chicken by hand and fetching the water from fucking Spain.” 

Underneath this exterior is a sharp-witted woman who doesn’t mind appearing contrary and rude if it gets her the results she needs or the information she’s seeking. This character is begging for a TV series and Olivia Coleman. Her foil is Stephen Pike, driven to distraction by her demands and her willingness to place him in dangerous situations. He’s equally comic, mainly physically, in one scene he’s lured to a union meeting at the pub which soon descends into an evening of rounds, a drunken football match, injury and a hefty hangover. He may seem ordinary to the untrained eye but Miss Decima can see a sharp intelligence, observational skill and an ability to put a pattern together that makes them a formidable team. We meet them just before the coronation of George V and Queen Mary is just around the corner. The suffragettes are ramping up their civil disobedience and taking direct action to gain the vote. The author uses this backdrop for the labyrinthine murder mystery our mismatched pair are investigating. I loved the mix of comedy, suspense and action in this second book in the series and I’m now dying to read the first.

Below is my October tbr stack.

Posted in Film Adaptations

Practical Magic 2 

As all my readers know by know I’m a huge fan of Alice Hoffman, since the early 2000s when I first read Skylight  Confession. I then tore through her entire back catalogue and fell in love with her mix of magic realism, the north east United States and moments from history. I hadn’t realised she was the original author of Practical Magic, the 1998 film starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman as the Owens sisters, Gillian and Sally. Sally, the more sensible sister has her life disrupted when Gillian turns up in her life, as always bringing trouble behind her. However, it’s only in recent years that she’s revisited the Owen’s family, going back to their origins in the UK with Magic Lessons. This is the first book chronologically, starting in the 1600s when wise woman Hannah Owens finds a baby abandoned in a snowy field. She brings Maria up as her daughter, passing on her wisdom and plant knowledge to benefit the women who arrive at night looking for their help. Maria soon has her own familiar and when Hannah is taken and burned as a witch she flees England for the Caribbean and then Massachusetts USA in pursuit of the lover who lies and breaks her heart. It is Maria who intends to create a protection spell for the women in her family, keeping them safe from heartbreak. The spell becomes a curse that every Owens descendant has to face: they fall in love their lover will die. 

I went to see the film Practical Magic 2 last week, starring the original actresses as Sally and Gillian, plus Stockard Channing and Dianne Wiest as the aunts who brought them up – Frannie and Jet. The younger generation are Sally’s daughters Antonia played by Game of Thrones Maisie Williams and Kylie played by Joey King. Once I got over the shock that Nicole Kidman and Sandra Bullock look younger than they did in 1998, I began to enjoy the film. It’s based mainly on the third book in the series – The Book of Magic but does allude to Maria Owens too. Gillian’s daughter Kylie is falling in love, knowing nothing of the curse that hangs over their family. Gillian wanted to bring up girls free from their heritage as witches, even though women do still queue up at the door for their help. Sally has been against this decision, keeping her promise to her sister while worrying that this secret will only bring trouble. Unbeknownst to Sally, Kylie is slowly falling in love with Gideon at university oblivious to how dangerous her emotions can be. Meanwhile Aunt Jet has heard the death watch beetle clicking all over the house and knows her time is close. Before she dies she wants to use the book of magic to free the younger generations from the protection spell that has become a curse. As tragedy strikes and Gideon’s life hangs in the balance, Kylie takes the book of magic and makes her way to England hoping to find someone who can help her break the curse. 

The film has all the charm of Practical Magic and some emotional moments as Sally battles to save her daughter using the magic she’s kept from them all these years. Gillian is right by her side as they follow Kylie to England, leaving Aunt Frannie and Antonia to look after Gideon in hospital. There are some comic moments, mainly based in the difference between the sisters. Gillian is much freer than Sally, shown in short scenes like the one as they leave for England with Sally’s only luggage being a small weekend bag and Gillian’s comically large suitcases having to be lugged up and down many flights of stairs. The casting of the men in the film is very good, particularly the magic professor Ian Wright, played by Lee Pace with a quiet intensity and the chemistry between him and Sandra Bullock is off the charts. We’re introduced to him as the sisters blunder their way into his third floor flat (with all their suitcases) only to find him naked on his bed paralysed by magic. Sally covers as much of his body as she can while performing the magic to break this powerful spell. Meanwhile Gillian is quite happy to enjoy the view and tease her sister at the same time. One he’s awake he can’t believe the famous Owens sisters are in front of him and helps them to follow Kylie on her journey to their heritage, the small village where Hannah Owens was burned. There’s magic, loss, romance and laughs along the way with the sacrifice that needs to be made to save Gideon especially emotional. Films are almost never better than the book and this one isn’t, but it’s a fair adaptation of Practical Magic’s two prequels and definitely keeps the charm of the original film. I recommend the books wholeheartedly and it seems they’re doing a film tie-in repackaging The Book of Magic to match the film. If you want an easy, engaging night at the cinema then this is definitely a good girl’s night film. As always with this family I came an away wishing I was an Owens, even if it’s just to live in their incredible house!