The Woman Who Lied by Claire Douglas.

Emilia is a crime writer and incidents from her novels are being copied in real life. But the really disturbing thing is that some of the incidents are from her unpublished novel, only read by her editor, family and close friends. so who is the guilty party? Every one of these appears to be guilty at one point or another. Just when you think you know, you find out you don’t! Tricky! But a good read.

On the Rooftop by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton.

On the Rooftop by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Sisters Ruth, Esther and Chloe make up The Salvations, a girl group playing the Champagne Supper Club and are the talk of the 1950’s jazz scene in their home town.
Vivian is there mother harbouring big ambitions for her daughters; daughters who have their own ideas for their futures.

I liked the deep south setting; the smokey jazz bars, the gospel choirs, the people. All living under the threat of white businessmen wanting to buy up their town.

Slow but atmospheric.



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Taranto. Italy.

Last port of call for us.

Straddling two harbours and set beside the deep blue waters of the Ionian, Taranto is an unpretentious city with a thriving fish market, fabulous restaurants, a great beach and delicious, huge and inexpensive ice creams.

A wander round the city, followed by a walk along the seafront walk and a swim in the sea was the order of my day. Then back to the ship and the sail back to Malt; also the end of my cruise.

This was the first time I had sailed with P&O. It was medium budget; you got what you payed for. It was also good fun. As a solo traveller I made a few good friends for the week and had a blast!

Next cruise I would like to try Cunard; specifically the transatlantic to New York.

Dubrovnik. Croatia.

Hot and bustling; loaded with atmosphere, I liked Dubrovnik. I had been horse riding in the Croatian hills in the morning, so hopped on the bus from the port and made my way into Dubrovnik. I only had a couple of hours, so didn’t have time to walk the ancient walls. This took nothing away from the experience. I had a wander, an ice cream and a glass of wine sitting in the busy square before making my way back to the ship.

Split. Croatia.

Next port of call on our travels was Split in Croatia.

Grgur Ninski statue in Split

Split was a whole mash up of architecture and history: ancient ruins, open-air flea markets, centuries-old cathedrals; a cobblestone city frozen in time. And just beyond the Adriatic Sea, with it’s picturesque beaches and turquoise waters.

A wonder around a very hot Split, sustained by the best ice creams ever and back to my ship for the next port of call.