This finely crafted book tells a riveting true story. The memoir of an English childhood is tinged with the mystery of who Heather’s parents really were. As a sometime genealogist I felt empathy with the authors right from the beginning. This personal account is well written (by a mother and daughter) and lavishly published on thick paper with coloured illustrations throughout. The authors say they “always hoped that our book would encourage interest and debate about the need for children (and adults) to know where they truly belong.” They’ve done that, and proved again that truth can be stranger than fiction.
“We surely all have need to know
just how our antecedents go.”
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This book does sound interesting Ruth. I’ve reserved it from the local library.
We humans all seem to have the need to know our story. Thanks for the review.
The fact that Heather moved to NZ after her wedding and the authors both live here gives it added interest.