- Format: Kindle Edition
- File Size: 2419 KB
- Print Length: 340 pages
- Publisher: PCW (1 December 2017)
- Sold by: Amazon Asia-Pacific Holdings Private Limited
- Language: English
- ASIN: B077L4HLH8
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Customer Reviews: 4 customer ratings
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The Sunshine Girl: A funny, heartwarming and nostalgic story. (The Liverpool Series) Kindle Edition
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There is a definite flavor to Grace’s writing that places us in Liverpool – even for those who have not visited this famous city: the language, the lifestyle, and the around the corner adventure are present throughout this perky book.
An example of her fluid manner with prose is evident form her opening lines – ‘1975 -She turned her radio up as high as it would go. It crackled and hissed, but Josie didn’t care because Abba was playing and she loved their music. She sat on the edge of her bed brushing her hair and tried to imagine Abba's Benny looking into her eyes and singing the words, ‘having the time of your life,’ just for her. She brushed slowly and carefully. Her hair was sandy with auburn streaks and long enough to reach her waist. She sang along while the radio played. Her mother said she couldn’t sing for tuppence. Maybe she was right, her voice was a little bit out of tune, but when she played the music at top volume, her voice melted into the song. Besides, she didn’t care anyway. Pop music cheered her up. After a day spent dealing with grumpy customers and dodging her twerp-faced boss in Smarmdales, she needed as much cheering up as she could get. She tuned her little transistor radio to radio Luxembourg whenever she got the chance to be alone. Being alone was a luxury since space was a rare commodity in a two-bedroom house. Josie’s parents had done their best. Like many parents of different sexed children in these tiny houses, Peggy and Cyril had hung a curtain across the room to divide it in two. The curtain was thick, brown and ugly but Peggy had found it at a jumble sale. Her priorities
had been price and size. Pretty didn’t come into it as long as the curtain kept Josie away from the prying eyes of her two little brothers, Bobby and Little Cyril. Peggy had been sure that one day she’d have the money to replace that old curtain with something brighter and prettier. But that one day, like most of the one days she hoped for, never arrived. Thirteen-year-old Josie had hated that dark curtain. It stopped the sun from shining in the window, but eventually, the brown had faded to a paler colour and, as her brothers got older and more curious, the grownup Josie came to appreciate the privacy. She called the curtain ‘The Iron Curtain’ and threatened to strangle any brother who as much placed a toe across its border.‘
The cleverly wrought plot unfolds comfortably – ‘It’s raining bills! Secret shopping addict Josie knows she should stop. Mick's her only hope, but he’s got a secret too. Stuck in a tiny house with over-protective parents, bickering brothers and a foul-mouthed bird she needs those gorgeous clothes to cheer her up. Mick cheers her up, so does drinking the weekend away and getting one up on her blank-eyed boss. But that blank-eyed boss is watching her and one little act of kindness gives him ammunition. Now he’s ready to fire, and everything’s changed. When a brick comes flying through the window, her parents think it’s all her fault. But do catalogue companies break windows? The truth is - they don’t! Josie’s in deep trouble and has no idea why.’
The gracious aroma of nostalgia comes through on every page as we get to know Josie but more importantly, Liverpool. This makes a fine excursion written by a lady who understands the importance of memory. Grady Harp, October 18