Reviews

‘Christine Poulson’s wonderful sense of place brings Cambridge to life. Cassie overcomes the problems facing her with wit and guile aplenty and ensures the reader’s empathy from first word to last . . . an enthralling and engaging read that underlines Christine’s burgeoning reputation as a crime novelist to watch.’ [Stage Fright]

- SHOTS MAGAZINE

‘When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d’

A week or two ago my dear friend Deb sent me this message and link: First verse of Walt Whitman’s poem, as recited by a very old soul: http://whitmanalabama.com/verses/1. Do check it out: it’s wonderful. Deb didn’t say what the poem was and it turned out to ‘Song of Myself.’ But the poem by Whitman that had […]