Book Review – Wishes and Sorrows by Cindy Lynn Speer

I must apologise once again for my silence over the past few weeks, for those of you who follow my blog, you’ll know that I was busy finalising my wedding. I got married last weekend and without any exaggeration it was the best day of my life. To make a commitment in front of all the people we care about and then celebrate into the early hours of the morning was just the most magical feeling. Here is a photo from the day.

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It seems like a lifetime ago already but now I no longer have appointments and various other bridal related tasks to complete of an evening and weekend, I once again have time to read. Oh, reading. My beautiful, relaxing pastime, how I have missed thee? So what better way to get back into the swing of things than with a book review.

Wishes and Sorrows by Cindy Lynn Speer.

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I was fortunate enough to get a free copy of this in exchange for a fair review from the brilliant website LibraryThings. Cindy Lynn Speer clearly has an incredibly talent for storytelling, through the use of magic and myth she breathes new life into the genre of fairy tales. But before the more cynical amongst you roll your eyes, these aren’t your traditional fairy tales, I’d say they’re for a more mature audience. Right from the first story ‘The Bell Witch and the Queen of Vines’ she brought to life the different characters and their worlds.

As with most things in life everything is subjective, so there were some stories that didn’t really hit the mark with me, like ‘What Will I Do When the Dream is Over’ whereas others just really pulled me in and intrigued me. And I imagine that anyone reading this novel will feel the same. Either way this book has at least one story that will appeal to someone’s individual taste and imagination. A well-written book with great variation in storytelling.

Star Rating out of 5: 3.5

“He does not look pleased, and sometimes, when he seems to be happy, his hand on my swelling belly, talking nonsense to me and our children, waiting for one to kick, a shadow will cross his face, and I realize that he is afraid.”

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