L Taylor

Strange the Dreamer: The enchanting international bestseller

1959 was a different time, when gender roles were fixed and one naive mistake can change everything. Diane found this out the hard way and not only loses her future but also herself and eventually her mind. Diane's husband Richard, barely a man when he put the ring on Diane's finger, struggles to understand and keep the family together. Ultimately it is their daughter, Frankie, who pays the price and learns that not all mothers are as loving as they should be. The House Beside the Cherry Tree tells the story from each family member's perspective - that of Diane, her husband Richard, and their daughter Frankie - in a very personal and intimate way. 'Fascinating, haunting and heart-breaking, but ultimately uplifting, giving us hope for a better future.' Catherine Simpson (Author of When I Had A Little Sister)'The one thing that kept me going through all my troubles was a love of a wonderful mother. It is the one thing I thought was a constant in life. The House Beside the Cherry Tree showed me that not everyone has that start in life. A brilliant and eye-opening read.' Mary Turner Thomson (Author of The Bigamist and The Psychopath)

Motherhood Doesn't Come Easy

The House Beside The Cherry Tree

It is the late 1960's and pop music is rising to a peak of creativity, teenagers have money to spend and jobs to move into whenever they want. Their world is buzzing with pleasure and spending power, which up until now was unheard of for the young. Three teenage girls decide to take a flat together and live the life of the "Swinging Sixties." Myfanwy stayed at school and has a career to look forward to. Or so everyone believes. Gail is searching for sexual satisfaction and why not? Hasn't everyone discovered the freedom of sex? And isn't everyone doing it? Jenny joins them but finds she is more a spectator than "raver" and begins to question what it is all about... she is soon losing her way...

JUST THREE GIRLS

""I took the doll out of the box and sat her on my dressing table beside the little bit of make -up I wore; I peered more closely at her face and it was then I realised what had been told to me; ?in her image?. Her painted hair was a reddish brown, long, piled up high in a bun style; her eyes were also brown but most noticeable of all were her painted red lips; the lower lip was remarkably fuller than the upper and her ears were small with little of a lobe... Sitting there, holding her in both hands, she fascinated me. I thought of her past; who had held her, the circumstances of their life then? Great Grandmother, Grandmother?I faced my image in the mirror. There were my brown eyes, my long auburn hair, my uneven lips and finally, pulling my hair back, those tell-tale ears. So begins Lori's quest, to find out more...

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