Hazel McHaffie

The Edinburgh Bride

No reading wasted

After the heavy duty reading of the past few weeks, not to mention the economic crisis in this country, and the ongoing war in Ukraine, I sorely needed something light and undemanding to restore my functional equilibrium right now.

Some time ago I picked up The Edinburgh Bride by Anne Douglas, on a charity bookcase up north, simply because its strapline said: A heartwarming Scottish saga. ‘Heart-warming’ is exactly what I needed.

Hmm. Well. They do say, no experience is wasted on a writer, and I certainly found this little story illustrated some useful pointers as to what I don’t want to include in my own writing – no disrespect to Anne Douglas. Different objectives. Different style. Different genre. Different readers.

So as well as offering a diversion, it was instructive. Therapeutic.


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