Book review: Fifty Fifty by James Patterson and Candice Fox

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Fifty Fifty by James Patterson and Candice Fox is book two in the Harriet Blue series. I have not read book one, but it didn’t matter, so don’t let that issue put you off. I read the novel as I am a huge Candice Fox fan and her finger prints are all over this one.

I’d been talking about the ‘key’ to my brother’s case since his arrest. The thing that freed him. A piece of false testimony. A surprise witness. Something, anything. I’d been looking into Same’s case, and I hadn’t found the key that proved he wasn’t the killer. But I had high hopes.

Detective Harriet Blue has a short fuse and anger issues stemming from an upbringing in foster care. When her brother Sam is arrested and charged with being a serial killer, Harriet is the only person who believes he is innocent and she is determined to catch the real killer. 

The only sound was the dull thump of his body on the pavement, the whisper of his styling robes, a big bird bought down out of the sky by a rifle blast.

There is one person who holds the key to Sam’s innocence, but she is locked up in a cellar being starved by the real serial killer.

You’re a hothead. And I love that about you. It’s half of what makes you a good cop. Your fearlessness. Your fire. But you need to get away from here before you do some real damage.

After losing her cool on the steps of the courthouse and assaulting a prosecution lawyer, Harriet is sent to Last Chance Valley in the outback where a diary has been found by the roadside containing plans of a massacre in the town of 75 people. It becomes apparent the plot may be legitimate when the former Chief of Police is blown up out in the scrublands. Harry has the local (not very experienced) cop to work with along with Elliot, an over enthusiastic counter-terrorism task force member who thinks he should be in charge.

I flipped through the diary. The only thing I could think that united the spree killers in the diary was their rage. Their desire to be punishers.

Back in Sydney, Harry’s partner Detective Edwards Wittacker is keeping an eye on her brother’s trial and notices some of the evidence doesn’t make sense.

Most of my life I’d wavered over a very thin line between light and dark shades of my being. There were things in me that were frightening. How quick I was to anger. How much I liked hurting people sometimes…Most of the time, my light half won out, and the shadows and smoke were sent recoiling to where they belonged, not completely driven out, but controlled…But sometimes the halves collided. 

Fifty Fifty has two plots for the price of one. While at times a bit overly dramatic, it’s a pacey novel that keeps the reader hooked. Harry’s wild antics steal the show. She’s ferocious, smart, quick to fight, has nerves of steel and a heart of gold. If you like a quick, gritty bold crime read, Fifty Fifty could be for you.

Book review: The Road Trip by Beth O’Leary

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Who doesn’t love a road trip?

The Road Trip by Beth O’Leary is set in Scotland. Sisters Addie and Deb are on a road trip in their Mini to attend a friends wedding in the north. Accompanying them is some random guy from Facebook called Rodney who needed a lift. 

But that’s the thing about almost: you can be ninety-nine per cent there, you can be an inch away from doing it, but if you stop yourself from stepping over that line, nobody will ever know how close you were.

Part way into their trip another car slams into the rear end of the Mini. The offending driver is Addie’s ex, Dylan who she’s been avoiding since their break up two years prior. Dylan is accompanied by his best friend Marcus, a spoilt, rich man-child with addiction issues.

Everyone’s got the potential to do the wrong thing—if we were measured that way, we’d all come up short. It’s about what you do.

Dylans car is wrecked, so Addie offers he and Marcus a lift. The Mini is soon straining with sweat, resentment, unfinished business, bottled up frustration and seething anger. And just a little bit of sexual tension.

The story line covers two time frames, the current one in the car and the time when Addie and Dylan first met, while she was working as caretaker of his families villa.

Love as a bargain. Like, giving up your heart is scary, but doable if the other person does it at the exact same moment, like two soldiers lowering their weapons.

The big question is will Dylan and Addie reunite?

The Road Trip is a rollercoaster with many laugh out loud moments, plenty of tension and awkwardness, misunderstandings and misdirections.  An easy light read.

Book review: The Quiet and the Loud by Helena Fox

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Contemporary young adult fiction The Quiet and the Loud by Helena Fox begins with a childhood memory of our protagonist, George. Her father wakes her in the middle of the night on a camping trip to go on an adventure. Then he abandons her in a dingy in the middle of a lake. Fast forward and George lives with her grandfather, her mother and Mel, her mum’s girlfriend in Sydney near the harbour.

Ugh. Words. If only I could paint what I mean or turn it into water – then I could move over the surface of the story as it spoke. I need to talk. I want to talk.

George is eighteen and working in Mel’s art store during a gap year. She carries a lot of responsibility for other people’s emotional lives and holds a lot in. George supports her very emotive and demanding best friend Tess who is about to have a baby as a single teen, deals with a constant stream of messages from her alcoholic father, falls in love with a girl called Calliope she meets when out paddling her kayak. On the water is where George finds peace.

I get off the bus and run. I run through the fuzz of car exhaust. Past traffic lights, and lights turning on in houses…run through heat thick wind, along the up down cracked pavement, Weaving past walkers carrying their groceries. I run and breathe. I breathe out the baby crying, and Tess’ darkroom dyes and me not calling Calliope, and Laz not coming by, and Tess crying, and my dad dying. I breathe out the feeling if my body. I move so quickly, feet hitting the pavement, I stop being human, I become the path to the water, the choppy waves, all the hooded boats. I become parks and trees, leaves and fences, bikes, and bins, and houses being knocked down or built, I become breath, and bone…over, and under and away. My mind opens, splays itself as I run.. this is all there is.

The Quiet and the Loud is a gradual unveiling of the characters as wildfires rage around Sydney. The story contains weighty themes include teen pregnancy, trauma, substance abuse, anxiety, and friendships but is buoyed by Fox’s lyrical and evocative writing.

Book review: There are Rivers in the Sky by Elif Shafak

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Water will always find a way. Water is life-giving, scarce (despite covering over 70% of the earth’s surface) and political.

Water is the consummate immigrant, trapped in transit, never able to settle.

There are Rivers in the Sky by Elif Shafak revolves around the points of view of three characters, spans centuries and moves between London, Ancient Mesopotamia, Turkey and Iraq.  Shafak is also the author of The Island of Missing Trees.

Home is where your absence is felt, the echo of your voice kept alive, no matter how long you have been away or how far you may have strayed, a place that still beats with the pulse of your heart.

Narin is a young Yazidis girl who lives near the Tigris and is gradually losing her hearing. Her grandmother is determined that Narin be baptised in the Valley of Lalish in Iraq. The Yazidis community has been subject to persecution since the year 637 of the Common Era.

Better to be a gentle soul than one consumed by anger, resentment and vengeance. Anyone can wage war, but maintaining peace is a difficult thing.

Arthur is highly intelligent and has a brilliant memory but was born into extreme poverty in London in 1840 near the river Thames.  Arthur begins his working life in a publishing house, but his passion is a quest for the sacred tablets that depict poems dating back to Mesopatamia. Arthur’s character is based on Assyriologist George Smith, who first discovered and translated the The Epic of Gilgamesh.

It is an odd thing, to lose faith in the beliefs you once held firmly. How strange it is to have carried your convictions like a set of keys, only to realize they will not open any doors.

Zleekhah is a hydrologist who moves to live in a houseboat on the Chelsea Embankment on the River Thames in 2018 after her marriage fails. The houseboat is owned by a tattooist who befriends her, and then becomes her lover. Zleekhah studies the lifecycle of rainfall and her character gives voice to the water crisis unfolding from climate change.

As ripples of heat rise into the air, the raindrop will slowly evaporate. But it won’t disappear. Sooner or later, that tiny, translucent bead of water will ascend back to the blue skies. Once there, it will bide its time, waiting to return to this troubled earth again…and again. Water remembers. It is humans who forget.

The story begins  in ancient Mesopotamia with a droplet of water falling into the hair of erudite king Ashurbanipal. We follow the raindrop through cycles, forms and centuries as it interacts with each of the characters until it intersects in 2018 with the main protagonist Zaleekhah Clarke who is fascinated by the notion that water might have memory.

She wants to excuse herself from a world where she often feels like an outsider, a confused and clumsy latecomer, an accidental guest who walked in through the wrong door at the wrong time.

It is hard to imagine initially how the disparate threads will come together, but they do. Along the way you learn about the ancient Assyrian city of Nineveh, the architecture and art of Mesopotamia, cuneiform writing, the Epic of Gilgamesh, the horrors of living under ISIS, as well as about life along the River Thames in the UK.

For every displaced person understands that uncertainty is not tangential to human existence but the very essence of it.

There are Rivers in the Sky is an exquisitely written, vibrant, rich and meticulously researched story. Sharak is a great story teller and the novel is both intellectually stimulating and thought provoking. 

people fall into three camps: those who hardly, if ever, see beauty, even when it strikes them between the eyes; those who recognise it only when it is made apparent to them; and those rare souls who find beauty everywhere they turn, even in the most unexpected places.

Book review: The Awkward Truth by Lee Winter

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The Awkward Truth by Lee Winter is a fun light lesbian mystery-romcom.

Protagonist Felicity Simmons is a socially awkward but brilliant corporate lawyer, and a tough negotiator who takes independence and self-sufficiency to the extreme. Totally career focussed, she doesn’t need friends, though she does worship her mentor-boss. Felicity is the protégé of Elena Bartell, media tycoon and owner of Bartell Corporation and is in training to become COO because Elena wants to move to Sydney.

“I’m perfectly calm,” Felicity snapped. “You know, this is not the first time I’ve been treated as though I’m some zoo oddity to be picked apart. People often assume the worst about me because I don’t conform to how they think I should be. I’m not warm enough. I don’t smile enough. I don’t hold my tongue or lie or coddle to protect fragile egos. Apparently, I have ‘all the maternal instincts of an alpine glacier.’ Direct quote from my previous boss.”

Felicity is a bit prickly. Her boss Elena sends her protégé off to investigate the charity Living Ruff that provides vet services to the pets of people experiencing homelessness. The charity has announced it’s in financial trouble and about to fold and Elena wants to know what happened to a significant $1.4 million donation she gave it recently. She also wants to test whether Felicity has a heart.

“Then it seems to me you have a choice. Show her she’s wrong about you. Or do absolutely nothing. Those are your options. But understand that if you want to know what your life will be like in ten years, change nothing now.”

Felicity is eager to impress, and takes her logic and smarts off to visit the homeless charity and sort it out. This is where she meets the kind, humble amazonian veterinarian Dr Sandy Cooper. Gradually Felicity starts to see the world through different eyes.

As long as she lived, Felicity would never forget what she’d just seen. It hadn’t ever occurred to her that a powerful, imposing woman might need a Harvey in her life. He seemed to recharge her emotional reserves. That’s why Rosalind loved her mild-mannered bookkeeper. Among other things, he kept her going when she was drained by a demanding world.

The Awkward Truth is a fun engaging opposites attract mystery with bold characters. The story reflects on the notion that the peaks of success are a lonely place without a passion, compassion and people to connect and share you endeavours with. It also explores homelessness, human-animal relationships, and how being confronted by those things can impact and change others. I particularly liked the charity/cute pets element.

Book review: Cactus Pear for My Lover by Samah Sabawi

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Cactus Pear for My Lover by Samah Sabawi is a memoir that traces her Palestinian family history over more than 100 years from the post-war formation of the state of Israel to the Six Days War in 1967 which resulted in many deaths, ethic cleansing, and the exile of around 250,000 Palestinians from their homeland. Cactus Pear for My Lover is on family’s experience of that time and highlights the injustices of dispossession and oppression in Gaza.

They gave them everything. They gave them the official government buildings, the airports, the seaports, the military equipment and the training. Everything! And they gave us checkpoints, prison cells, torture chambers and targeted assassinations for any one of us who tries to resist.

Sabawi’s father Abdul Karim Sabawi, a renowned Palestinian poet, was the son of a highly intelligent man with a disability and a strong, loving and illiterate mother. We first meet Karim as an elderly man in Australia in 2018 when Sabawi says she wants to write his story. The narrative is told through Karim’s eyes as a child and young man between 1918 and 1967. It recounts Karim’s birth, education, marriage and his work as a journalist and teacher as well as his exile from Gaza after the Six-Day War for his part in the Palestinian resistance. It would have been too dangerous to stay.

It wasn’t until they had finished their dinner, and began sipping on their meramieh tea, that something shifted in the air. An unmistakable sense of foreboding hung thick in the spaces between them, and settled itself in the room like an uninvited guest who kept returning. Pride and joy gave way to an irrational but real fear of loss. That was how this family had become. That is what life had shaped them into. Happiness was always a reminder of grief; pride a reminder of disappointment; and joy always brought his evil cousin, foreboding.

Cactus Pear for My Lover is about day to day life, family, love, history, politics, conflict, resistance, displacement and exile. Sabawi uses fictional characters and dramatisation along with careful research to reconstruct the Palestinian experience of the time.

Sweet cactus pears are in season, and tonight I will personally peel them with my own hands the sweetest cactus pears for my beloved.

The characters in Cactus Pear for My Lover are rich and three dimensional with extraordinary resilience. It is an evocative beautifully crafted but heartbreaking story to read due to the immense human suffering depicted, suffering that continues to this day.

Book review: Day One by Abigail Dean

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Day One by Abigail Dean is a story about the fallout from a shooting that takes place during the school play at Stonesmere primary located in a small coastal English town. Ava Ward was a teacher at Stonesmere for many years and while her class are performing, a helmeted man with a rifle started firing from the back of the room. Ava died trying to protect the pupils. Marty, Ava’s daughter, who says she was there on the day of the shooting is one of the point of view characters.

More red flags than a matador convention.

In the months following the incident conspiracy theories start to swirl. Trent Casey who knew the shooter and lived briefly in Stonesmere is involved in promoting the conspiracy theories. Trent is also a point of view character.

My memories trembled. I reassembled the room, just as it should have been. Gathered the children back to the stage. Put the chairs back in place. Dried the floor. Tucked phones back into pockets, handbags, palms. There I was, in the heart of the audience, with my mother’s hand in mine.

Both Marty and Trent are unreliable narrators, but gradually the truth about what occurred leading up to the shooting emerges and what really happened on that fateful day at the school unfolds. 

They had both been children, and when you were a child it was easy to mistake almost anything for love.

Day One contains multiple points of view, split narratives and non-linear timelines that keep the reader guessing as the truth unfurls through pared back prose. A tense, gripping, tragic mystery brimming with secrets and miscommunications. It’s an engaging ready, but not a story for sensitive souls. 

Book review: Blue Sisters By Coco Mellors

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Set across Paris, LA, London and New York, Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors is about four very different sisters, one of whom (Nicky) has recently died in an accident. Each chapter follows a different remaining sister (Avery, Bonnie, Lucky) as they grapple with grief and self-destructive behaviours. A year after Nicky’s death the sisters meet up in New York City when their parents have decided to sell Nicky’s apartment.

Barely perceptibly, unnoticed by anyone else, they leaned toward each other, like plants for whom the other was the sun.

The remaining sisters are between mid twenties and mid thirties. Each leads a very different life. Avery the oldest is a former addict turned corporate lawyer married to a woman who was her therapist. Bonnie is a champion boxer working as a bouncer in Los Angeles and in love with her boxing coach though neither have acknowledge this. Lucky the youngest has been a model since she was fifteen and lives the party life in Paris. The deceased sister Nicky was a Manhattan high school English teacher who longed to become a mother but died from an overdose of painkillers taken to try and manage very painful endometriosis. 

The trick to loving Lucky, Bonnie wanted to tell Avery, was to respect her need to be free. Let her come and go as she pleased and eventually, she would land on you

Avery’s carefully managed life starts to crack under the strain of her grief.  Lucky’s drug fuelled party life leaves her feeling more and more isolated. Bonnie takes out her grief fuelled rage on a racist patron at the bar she works at.

None of us really know what another is going through until that person feels able to share the truth of their lived experience.

As the story unfolds family and sibling dynamics and triggers and their influence on shaping character are gradually unveiled. This forms the spine of the novel which shows how these dynamics impact day to day life of each of the sisters in their relationships with each other and their relationships with other people. There is a great Freudian tension throughout. 

Avery had previously thought love was built on large, visible gestures, but a marriage turned out to be the accrual of ordinary, almost inconsequential, acts of daily devotion—washing the mugs left in the sink before bed, taking the time to run up or downstairs to kiss each other quickly before one left the house, cutting up an extra piece of fruit to share—acts easy to miss, but if ever gone, deeply missed.

Themes in Blue Sisters include grief, sibling relationships and the impact of addiction in families. The prose is beautiful, rich and visceral and the characterisation is an excellent driver of tension throughout. Blue Sisters is a great read even for someone who doesn’t have sisters.

Once you get to my age, you will learn that you can take a lot of wrong turns and still end up in the right place.

Book Review: Bottom of The Breath by Jayne Mills

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Debut novel Bottom of the Breath by American author Jayne Mills is intriguing from the opening. It is a story about a woman called Cyd coming to terms with revelatory family secrets after receiving a surprise inheritance, overcoming betrayal, and facing her fears to discover that she is much stronger than she believed herself to be.

Helen’s recipe for a happy life, then and now: Stop wanting something other than what is. 

There is a massive storm heading straight for the small coastal town of Lola in Florida and the residents are battening down the hatches in preparation. The approaching hurricane provides an ominous backdrop and sense of foreboding to the beginning of Cyd’s story and is a great vehicle to amplify the tensions emerging in her life. Cyd is helping her friends Helen and Nick for prepare the Osprey Cafe for the onslaught of the storm. 

I’ve lost my ability to imagine what I should do or can do. I need something or someone to believe in.

Nick asks Cyd to drive to a nearby town to pick up some supplies for the café and she agrees despite an aversion to driving. Noticing patterns in the everyday, Cyd experiences a surge of happiness when she glances at the car’s clock and sees the time 11:11 right before a cataclysmic event. When Cyd discovers the circumstances of what happened to her it disrupts her life and her sense of self, and a transformative journey begins.

There is no beginning and no end, just layer upon layer of rock and sediment for as far as she can see, dug through to expose the very heart of the earth. The colors are endless, at once muted and brilliant: purples and blues, oranges and golds, deep green and stark white. There are cliffs and gullies, mesas and buttes, and sandstone walls penetrating a vertical mile from top to bottom.

Travelling from Florida to Sedona and the Grand Canyon in Arizona, Cyd goes in search of answers, and in search of self. I remember visiting the Grand Canyon back in 2005 and being in awe of its vastness and Mills does a great job of capturing that sense. The Grand Canyon scenes are another example of environment as character in the story and how nature can shape us. I particularly enjoyed this element of Bottom of the Breath.

It represents beginnings and endings, the natural passage of the cycles of life. The perfection of the path that has led her to this moment is as clear as the stream she waded in the previous day. There is no room for regret. Regret is wasted energy. None of her past can be changed nor should it be. Only her mindset can change. The story can change.

Bottom of the Breath is contemporary fiction with elements of adventure, mystery and romance. Discover a new literary voice by pre-ordering Bottom of the Breath now from your preferred bookstore or it will be available for general released on July 8, 2025, published by She Writes Press. Thanks to Jayne Mills and She Writes Press for the ARC.

While I was reading Bottom of the Breath some questions came to mind that I wanted to ask Jayne and she was kind enough to take the time to respond:

What inspired you to write this particular book?  I’ve heard it said that oftentimes the book you set out to write is not the book you actually write. That was true for me. The first germ of an idea was one I carried around for decades. It is based on a true family secret. After the shock of what I learned wore off a bit, I thought, “This would make a great book.” Much of the story changed as I wrote, but that part never did.

What was most challenging in the writing of the book? You don’t know what you don’t know. Although I have always been a voracious reader, it wasn’t until I wrote the first draft of this book that I realized how little I knew about structuring a novel. I had to study the craft over the course of years as I wrote. I also had to write as much as I could while working full-time in my “real” job as a portfolio manager. I would tell any writer, don’t doubt that you can write a book in 15-minute intervals. You absolutely can!

What’s your favorite part of the writing process? I love writing. It’s my meditation. I truly never tire of it.

Do you have a specific writing routine or environment? I wrote this book whenever I could, mostly early mornings and weekends. But I will write whenever and wherever. I don’t have a particular routine as far as a place or a word-count goal. My life is too varied for that type of structure. I am a disciplined and determined person, though, so that helped me stay committed over a long period of time.

What are you working on now? I’m working on my second novel, which is set in my hometown of St. Augustine, Florida, the nation’s oldest city. I love setting. It plays a huge role in Bottom of the Breath, and it will play a big role in my next book. St. Augustine is steeped in history and is known for its ghost stories. The town and some of its past residents will be part of my next literary adventure. I’ve also gone deep down into the astrology rabbit hole over the past couple of years. It’s my latest obsession, and I’m studying every chance I get.

What authors inspire you? So, so many. I love everything by Liane Moriarty and Ann Patchett. Lauren Groff and Maria Semple are incredible. I just discovered Eleanor Lipman, who is delightful, and I recently devoured Bear by Julia Phillips. Alice Munro and Claire Keegan are among my favorite short story writers. I just reread Jane Eyre. (It was my mother’s favorite.) And I’m reading Constance Fenimore Woolson, who wrote in St. Augustine in the late 1800s as part of the research for my next novel. (Yes, I read men, too! I thoroughly enjoyed Who is Rich by Matthew Klam, and I could read Breakfast at Tiffany’s every year.)

Book review: When God Was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman

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Things happen. To everyone. No one escapes.

When God was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman is a story about the bond between siblings Elly and Joe spanning four decades. The story begins in 1968 and ends when they are adults in 2011. It is about growing up and how the good, bad, funny and weird that can happen in ordinary life shape us, and how people come in and out of our orbits through life and leave an impression.  When God was a Rabbit is also about how family in all its imperfections can provide a container for the the light and shade of existence.

I divide my life into two parts. Not really a Before and After, more as if they are bookends, holding together flaccid years of empty musings, years of late adolescent or the twentysomething whose coat of adulthood simply does not fit.

The first part of the novel covers Elly and Joe’s close childhood relationship, family connections, eccentric and sometimes dark friendships, and Elly’s relationship with her pet Belgian hare called God who was given to her by her brother. The vehicle of the rabbit God will resonate with anyone who had a special relationship with an animal and/or imaginary friends that had a magical realism quality to them in childhood.

She was of another world; different. But by then, secretly, so was I.

The second part of the story is set in adulthood. From Elly to her movie star aunt and lottery winning parents to her queer brother and odd ball friend Jenny Penny, the characters are beautifully flawed, generous, passionate, baggage laden uniquely ordinary people. Set partly in the UK and partly in the US, the passing of time is marked by pivotal public events like the death of John Lennon and Princess Diana and the 9/11 attacks. 

‘Do you believe in God, Arthur? I said, eating the last piece of sponge.

‘Do I believe in an old man in the clouds with a white beard judging us mortals with a moral code from one to ten? Good Lord no, my sweet Elly, I do not! Do I believe in a mystery; the unexplained phenomenon that is life itself? The greater something that illuminates inconsequence in our lives; that gives us something to strive for as well as the humility to brush ourselves down and start all over again? Then yes, I do. It is the source of art, of beauty, of love, and proffers the ultimate goodness to mankind. That to me is God.That to me is life. That is what I believe in.’

The rabbit as a deity provides humour in some of the darker moments of the novel and reappears as a symbol of the enduring power of relationships in the face of uncertainty. When God was a Rabbit is a lyrical beautifully crafted story – and what a fabulous title!

I am here but I am not yours.