(Non-fiction) Camellia McCluskey was a mother of three young children and a de facto wife in 1910, when such behaviour was not socially acceptable. When she realised her partner had another mistress she threatened to harm herself and her children, but he ignored her. With an axe and a kitchen knife, she brutally murdered their children–twins aged two and much-loved four-year old Dolly.
Excerpt: Note from Camellia.
F. G. McDonald
Now you will be satisfied you double died traitorous hound. Yes, you tell me your lies and excuses as you have been this past few months. May your life be a curse to you, yes I curse you, you dog, and the day I ever took up with you, that is all. May every misfortune befall you. You will say I am mad, but I am not … not no such thing. I am desperate. There is this bill and Hewitts and the Bakers and Hargreaves the milkman.”
This review is from: Not Guilty (Kindle Edition)
I would recommend this book to anybody who likes true crime books. I like that it takes place in the early 1900′s and it’s very interesting to see how attitudes toward women committing such crimes have changed since then. I’ve enjoyed every page turning minute.
Jo has it all: a great career, a handsome life partner–but then suddenly everything changes. When Tim leaves her, for a younger woman, suddenly her world crumbles; it seems her salvation has come when a favourite uncle dies and leaves her his quaint country cottage. A new life awaits her, but at what cost?
Absolutely brilliant book. Looked forward to reading it every evening. Expected the book to be quite predictable but that was not the case. Really recommended.
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A brief look at some of the common mistakes in grammar, punctuation and spelling.
Me, Myself and I.
A love story.
I met a boy.
I loved him.
He met another girl.
He hurt me.
She hurt me.
I hurt her.
I hurt myself.
He hurt her.
He hurt himself.
Most people have no trouble knowing when to use myself in a short sentence such as I hurt myself. We know we can’t say I hurt me, at least assuming we’re not three years old. We also know we can’t say Myself hurt him or Himself hurt me. Yet so many people seem unable to choose the correct form of self in a longer sentence.
Set in the 25th century, Sanctuary tells the story of two very different civilizations: the Centrals, underground dwellers who lead a primitive existence and the Thrallians, who are a much more advanced people, most of who are unaware of the existence of the Centrals. When two young Thrallians, Derek and Patric, discover the secret they also uncover a plot by their own leaders and find their comfortable way of life is not quite what they thought.
‘No, this time it’s for real. You’ve heard about the Moles?’
‘Oh, come on, Derek. That old story. Everyone knows that’s a nursery tale. People living underground just outside the city? What kind of people would live underground? It’s ridiculous.’
‘It might be ridiculous, but what would you say if you saw a girl with blue eyes and yellow hair?’
Patric looked up quickly, trying to catch Derek with a silly smirk on his face, but his friend looked serious.
‘Where?’ he asked.
GOODREADS JULY 23, 2013.
Robert rated it 5 of 5 stars Recommends it for: Anyone interested in “After the apocalypse”
Recommended to Robert by: Amazon
I was drawn into this descriptive book very easily! The characters you could imagine very clearly, and once I finished reading it I was wishing it would last a lot longer! It was nail bitingly tense at times, and a lot of thought had gone into the story! Very easy to get swept up in the pages!
The city has been destroyed and food supplies are dwindling fast for the survivors. Sam is convinced their only hope is to leave–to look elsewhere for a new home, but, to do that, he and his family and friends must risk their lives and face the outlaw gangs who prey on the unwary.
‘Ow! You little shit!’ One of Sam’s desperate kicks had actually scored a hit on Tommo’s leg and he was furious. He began to systematically punch Sam now, every blow connecting perfectly. The other boys stood back and watched. They knew enough to stay out of Tommo’s way when he was like this. There was something frighteningly robotic about the way he fought, like a mindless punching machine, although his face was bright red with anger as well as exertion. Each punch now landed on top of a previous injury and most were aimed at Sam’s stomach. He was having trouble catching his breath and he felt sure his life was about to end.
This review is from: Last Chance (Kindle Edition) Amazon Verified Purchase
This was an excellent read and I look forward to reading the next book. She did an awesome job of keeping me intrigued.
Beast of War
Something is wrong on the island of Breeland. The river is drying up and there’s a prophecy of doom and destruction; a prophecy the young people of the three different races of the island take no notice of. Until one from each tribe is told they must venture to the den of the beast who threatens their very existence and that of all the peoples of the island. They must put aside their differences and work together, using the magical powers given to them each, of air, earth and fire.
The creature was rising up from the mud when she saw it. Its head appeared first, so well covered in mud only the teeth were showing. They were long, green fangs and seemed to somehow glow in the darkness, dripping with some kind of mucousy liquid. It shook itself and as the mud flew off, she saw the row of horns running from the tip of its broad, open nostrils along the top of its head and disappearing down its back. As it emerged further and began to slosh its way towards them she saw a long tail, covered in lethal-looking spikes, which the creature swirled around in all directions. It ran equally fast on four legs or two, and its front legs had long sharp claws. It made no sound at all. Its eyes, which matched its teeth in colour and luminescence, but included a red pus-oozing centre, were focused directly on Terrus.
Full of imagination and creativity. I highly recommend this book to all children regardless of their age.
This fantasy universe called Breeland is worth discovering.
A random collection of short stories: A man paints himself blue; an elderly woman devotes her life to caring for homeless kids; a young man’s life is changed by his encounter with a stray dog and other stories both inspirational and quirky.
Excerpt from Runt of the Litter:
Eliza sat as still as she could, given her frail little body was shaking. She knew her dress was too short but Ma always said there was no money for fabric to make another. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she made no sound; she knew better than to make a fuss. Nonetheless his rough and enormous hand swiped across her face and Bridget stood up, shocked into action.
“Jamie!” She held her sobbing daughter to her chest and the tiny kitchen was suddenly filled with boys and noise and chaos and they were all yelling and they were not boys any more.
Romance set in outback Australia.
Laura Prescott is a city girl. She lives in Melbourne and enjoys the life of a single girl in 1970, with no intention of marrying any time soon, if at all. She has no desire to live the life she sees her mother has, with a house full of children. Things change suddenly after she loses her job and she finds herself faced with very different choices. She finds a new life in the outback, with a new kind of love and a new kind of pain.
Suddenly everything went haywire. The tractor jerked to the left in a whirl of dust and almost wiped out a fence. Some startled sheep in the next paddock sounded their protest and scuttled away from the noise and dust; a flock of cockatoos shrieked at me as they left their perch on a nearby gum tree. I hit both brakes then and put my head down on the steering wheel.
In no time at all Jack was beside me on one of the motorbikes, Patch running along behind. “Laura? Are you okay?”
I felt like such an idiot. I knew immediately what I’d done wrong and I had hoped no-one, least of all Jack, was still watching.
HER FLESH AND BLOOD
After growing up in the outback, with dreams of travel and independence, Milly at last has a career and an income of her own. She finds herself increasingly attracted to her employer, George, an older man who is separated from his wife. Their affair is scandalous enough in their small community but what it eventually leads to will horrify thousands.
Her Flesh and Blood is a mix of fiction and non-fiction, inspired by a murder trial in Bendigo, Australia, in 1910.
Truth, August 20, 1910.
McDonald engaged her as his bookkeeper and amanuensis. He drew her slowly but surely within HIS LECHEROUS TOILS, just as the spider of the fable endeavoured to entice the fly into its webby parlour. Camellia was not as astute as the fly. She listened to the hypocrite’s sweet nothings, and she stayed with him in his office when other employees had departed. She sat with him on the fateful armchair, where billing and cooing was indulged in with the inevitable result. She returned to her home one evening no longer a virgin.