Summary from Goodreads
‘As I remember, the story started at about six o’clock in the morning on the fourteenth of September, 1943…’
All her life Angie 37-year-old London-born has been intrigued by her mother’s secret past. Now, planning her own wedding she feels she must visit the remote Cretan village her mother grew up in, despite her objections. Unbeknownst to Angie her elderly grandmother, Maria, is dying. She wants to unburden herself of the terrible story that she will otherwise take to the grave.
It’s the story of the time of the German occupation of Crete during the Second World War, of horror, of courage and of the lengths to which a mother will go to protect her children and of how you learn to go on in the aftermath of tragedy. And it’s the story of bitter secrets that broke the family apart, and of three enchanting women who come together to heal wounds that have damaged two generations.
If you loved Victoria Hislop’s THE ISLAND and the novels of Santa Montefiore and Rosanna Ley, you will fall completely in love with this novel
Guest post from Patricia Wilson
I’ve written a novel. It’s highly successful. Yet still, I’m slightly ashamed of being Dyslexic.
There is a certain amount of stigma attached to the word, mostly, I believe, because it is so often used as an excuse for underperforming. Today, Dyslexia is not an excuse for anything! I ran my own highly successful business, employing seven staff, for fifteen years. I could not even write a cheque.
Actually, physically writing words, grasping spelling, and being able to read aloud, are skills that not everyone is good at. Yet we don’t label people who can’t even sketch the faces of their own children, or siblings as Dysartistic. There is no stigma involved when someone says, ‘I can’t even draw a straight line!’
Dysartistic people, who have trouble drawing, or designing, are not labelled as: lazy, slow, careless, immature, not trying hard enough, or as having behaviour problems. Why is that? The answer is simple, because they are none of those things—no more or less than the Dyslexic person.
People who have no trouble writing, need to understand that being Dyslexic is rather like having a speech impediment. Just because a person stammers, does not mean they can’t write a wonderful speech. A person who stammers, does not do so all the time. Often, they speak perfectly well. Stress, destroys their self-confidence. Mockery is a killer.
Dyslexia was unknown when I went to school. Although I was always in the first three, in the end of year exams for art and needlework, I was last in almost everything else. Bottom of the class. My school reports said I was slow, lazy, inattentive, could do better. Then, in my last term, we were told not to worry about spelling, just get the answers right. Result: I was second to top in that class of thirty-two.
At school, I was made to spend a lesson standing on my desk, for not paying attention. I had the back of my legs swiped with the cane, for being lazy; and I had my hands hit with the strap more times than I care to remember, six of the best, for failing spelling tests.
Now, I’ve written a novel and it’s a number one best seller with Amazon.
We don’t outgrow Dyslexia, we learn to compensate. Today, texting and writing on computers makes a huge difference. We are rescued from the agony of actually having to pick up a pen, the apprehension when our writing is seen by others, the fear of being humiliated.
Nowadays, we can allow our imaginations to sore, and write our stories, songs, and poetry on various devices. We speak to others using phonetic text, and we love it! So, let’s stop using the excuse, ‘Sorry, but I’m Dyslexic,’ and get on with the job.
And all you Dysartistics, give us a break. Together we can achieve wonderful things.