I’ve been spending a lot of time in Norfolk recently – the new go-to county for authors.

And I’m enjoying my little trips – including the most recent one, courtesy of Kate Frost, and her novel The Honeysuckle Dream, which also includes stop-offs in Bristol, Sheffield, Pembrokeshire and Cephalonia (where the weather was warmer than at all the other destinations).

Did I say enjoying?

Actually, by chapter two I was fizzing with fury on behalf of poor betrayed, pregnant nineteen-year-old Leila, whose mother tells her the much older, Continue reading →