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I've finally finished reading 'Into the Blue' by Robert Goddard. It's taken me ages to read this - partly because I kept putting it down in strange places and forgetting it was there!
However, I am pleased to report - it is extremely good! I read another of his - Dying To Tell - a couple of years ago and didn't really enjoy it. I think this was mainly because it was extremely complex (and I'm not that bright!). It had lots of characters - many of whom had more than one name! By the time I got to the end I felt a bit cheated because the climax was actually very clever but because I'd lost track of who half the people were, I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have done. As I enjoyed Into The Blue so much, I'm now off to read more Robert Goddard. Fellow bloggers - I commend him to you!
Yesterday I went to a family party. It was my uncle's seventieth birthday. I love family parties because I love my uncles and aunts. (My Dad was one of eight children so there are plenty to go around.) But I also find family occasions very difficult. When I was younger - we were four, and we went to family parties as a little unit of four amongst the wider family. And now it's just me. My parents are dead and my brother is agoraphobic so I know that at every family gathering the only person representing my little bit of the family will be me. It's a strange feeling.