3 Is A Magic Number (13 Weeks)

Hello dear readers, I hope you’re well and are enjoying the lovely summer weather we have been having. I’m melting as always! It has been a few weeks since my last blog, my apologies. We have received exciting and scary news here in The Burrow. I’m pregnant! 13 weeks! Yep, we are expecting our third child. AHHHHHHH!


So yeah, I’m pregnant and honestly…I am really happy. Correction. WE are really happy and cannot wait to meet the newest member of the clan. We knew we wanted at least one more child and feel extremely lucky that we have managed to create a little life. 

We told our eldest who is beyond excited and insists it’s going to be his baby sister, so no pressure. Youngest just gently tapped tummy and giggled which of course was adorable. I can’t wait for them to meet their new sibling and just know they will adjust as best they can. The bond our boys have together makes me so proud to be their mother. Of course they have the normal sibling fights but, blah, that’s human. 

This pregnancy so far has been pretty tough. The last one was Agh but this one is AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Just nasty. My morning sickness has been awful. Seriously, the slightest smell, or taste of any food can set me off. The toilet has become my best friend and wants to get matching bracelets. I have completely gone off coffee which sucks because it was a caffeine fix that helped keep me functioning throughout the day. Thankfully I can stomach tea! YAY! Food cravings have not been too bad. For a while it was the trusty BLT, than Chinese food and now it’s just meat! Lots and lots of meat.


For the better part of more than a few weeks I have felt exhausted and not just from running around after two boys. I literally have lost the motivation to do anything. Even breathing seems like an effort to me. It’s maddening. 

Our first scan went ok. Well, as ok as it can with two energetic boys in tow. But baby is all healthy and happy, jumping about and turning away from the camera. Pretty much like the boys did. They just don’t like having their picture taken in the womb and always turn their back on it. 

I am hoping that in the coming weeks the morning sickness will cut me some slack and my motivation will return. In the meantime I feel trapped in limbo of running to the toilet and passing out from tiredness. Joy…But I know in the long run it is worth it. Totally worth it. 


For now I am resting as much as I can, catching up on writing and reading and just general being a pregnant person waddling around demanding food before throwing it all up and then passing out from exhaustion. It’s these days that I know I will look back on later in life and think ‘Yep, I don’t regret a thing.”

Say hello to Kitsune. The newest member of the clan.


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Malhaar, When It Pours, Soak Yourself In Poetry By Ambica Uppal (Review)

As the sun slowly starts to peek back out from behind the clouds and dazzle us once again with its warm vibrant rays. I can once again take refuge in one of my favourite reading spots. The garden. And there’s nothing I love more than to enjoy a bit of poetry on a warm sunny day, accompanied by a lemon ice tea. Bliss. That is until two small mischievous boys come stampeding into the garden pretending to be dinosaurs and demand that I help build them a dinotopia out of mud and leaves. Oh parenthood you. 

Today on the blog I am reviewing the recently released Malharr By Ambica Uppal. A book of poems, spoken word poetry and prose, I was happy to devour. A big thank you to Uppal for sending me a copy of Malhaar to review. I love poetry with a passion and was delighted to take a refreshing dip in the sea, bombarded with emotions and chaos. 


The word Malhaar means an old raga in Indian classical music. It is associated with the atmosphere of torrential rains. Sounds heavenly. Keeping this in mind dear reader, through my whole reading of Malhaar I had a faint sound of a rainstick echoing in my head. Gentle and enchanting. I personally believe that Uppal has successfully captured her downpour of emotions in this book and it is fully deserving of the title Malhaar. It was exhilarating and eye-opening to read, to feel connected to someone else’s emotions through the power of words. A tranquil breeze and a storm on the horizon with the possibility of thunder and lighting on each page. It made me hold my breath with anticipation.

The book is spilt into six sections which takes the reader on different paths, themes and experiences. I found this worked well as I was not drowned in the downpour of emotions but rather had time to build myself a raft safely and sail as swiftly as possible against the unpredictable tide.  

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The striking imagery Uppal uses is one that I admire and can relate to in my own personal writing. It’s strong and powerful giving the reader a vision of creativity to gaze upon in awe. The words build upon the image you create in your head and just keep adding to it, the depth, the shadows till you’re left with a sketch within your mind of something you and the writer have crafted together. The reader’s interpretation of the author’s words is something that has always fascinated me in literature. We will all imagine different versions, all unique and no two are the same. Malhaar does this perfectly. 

Slow dance of the clouds
To the happy tune
To any pain and sorrow
They are so immune.
They may burst in sometime
They know
Glide higher
With the wind’s blow.
But, they dance together
So soft and agile;
Gentle, fluffy and so
Full of style!


There are a ton of themes pouring throughout Malhaar. Relatable themes such as love, letting go, depression, hope, feeling sacred, being yourself, are just to name a few. Yet one theme that stood out the most for me was Uppal’s message to the reader telling them that they are strong and have control over their life. They can choose their own paints to fill that blank canvas. You’ve just got to have the courage to do it. We have the control over our own lives. 

The beauty of life is that
Even if the painting is pre-decided,
We can choose the
Strokes and the colours.
Darker shades
Lighter hues
Harder strokes
Softer dabs. 

You Have Some Control

In ways I saw this book as a poetic self-help guide to life. Malhaar deals with a lot of life experiences it also supports the reader. It tells them that they are better than revenge, to be kind, grateful and always hold onto their passion. Books are more powerful than people believe as sometimes they tell you the words you really need to hear when no one else will. Malhaar is a great example of this. 

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I truly adore reading Live In The Moment as I could honestly relate to the words upon the page. Our pasts are always there, blocking our rear view, we should not only just look to the future, but also to the now. The present, today and live in the moment. It made me realise how often I tend to dwell on my past or worry about my future. Barely living in the moment and what’s right in front of me. It’s silly to fret about things we cannot change and to not enjoy what we have right now. Before we know it, today will be tomorrow and yesterday will be last year. I thank you Uppal for opening my eyes to focus on the now. Cheers!

Haze of the past,
Blocks my rear view;
Clouds of the future,
Fogs the new.
There’s nowhere else to look
But at the

Live In The Moment

I also enjoyed reading, Try To Let Go Off Bad Experiences. Often we let bad experiences taint our hearts till it’s the only colour we ever see. When really we should let go and explore the swatch of colours life has to offer us. Again Uppal has hit close to home on a subject that the reader can relate to and it’s beautifully done. Skilful writing that is not only executed well but is covered with emotion that the reader can relate too. 

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I give Malhaar By Ambica Uppal a Four out of Five paw rating. 

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It captivated me from start to finish. One to have on your book shelf or kindle for when you need a little advice and encouragement about your journey through life. It made me see a few things more clearly and I thank you for that Uppal. I needed this more than you know right now. So, thank you.

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Tuscany A Novel By Fay Henson (Review)

As I close my eyes and relax into my seat, the glass of red wine I have just devoured plays a sweet tune upon my tongue. My soundtrack is that of the chatter of life happening around me. People talking, eating, laughing. The very essence of life is thick in the air and I long to join it’s dance. Maybe another glass will help me pluck up the courage. I have always had two left feet dear reader. That and the chicken dance…don’t ask.

Today in my pause I am reviewing Tuscany A Novel By Fay Henson. A big thank you to Henson for sending me a copy. Always appreciated here at Bunny’s Pause as I am forever wanting to expanded my list of hidden gems. The world always needs new books and writers. 


Fay Henson was inspired to write Tuscany when she relocated with her 3 children and husband from south-west England to Tuscany, Italy.  As well as her passion for writing she enjoys walking her fox terrier Bobby, drinking coffee in Italian bars, wine, pizza, meeting people and 50/60’s retro furnishing. Henson enjoys reading fiction or memoirs set in other countries like To Kill a Mockingbird By Harper Lee and Memoirs Of A Geisha By Arthur Golden. To read more about Henson check out her Facebook page here.


Tuscany was just the escape I was looking for. And when you can’t afford a quick get away, a book is always guaranteed to bring a similar experience to your mind. All from the comfort of ones own bed. Prefect. A romance novel, it was a welcome change of pace as I haven’t had the chance to indulge in much romance literature lately. Before I had even read the first sentence I was excited by the synopsis. It sounded like something I could definitely sink my little bunny fangs into it.

Bribed with 500 euros, seventeen-year-old Caylin agrees to go with her parents on a package holiday to Tuscany. She soon regrets her decision, leaves Mum and Dad behind at the hotel and hitchhikes alone to the city of Siena in search of something more exciting.

But Caylin’s big adventure in Siena soon gets scary and dangerous when she meets a girl, Lula, who brands her a thief, which leads to Caylin being ostracised by her new best friend, Stefania. Meanwhile, unknown to Caylin, twenty-one-year-old Joe has volunteered to leave the holiday group to search for her and make sure she’s safe, or at least that’s his story anyway! Caylin makes two dramatic discoveries, one about Joe and the other about Lula. Caylin’s adventure starts to spiral out of control, until love intervenes to give her the chance of a new life.

Henson has written the character of Caylin with great strength and determination. She wants to experience life and we can all relate to this. I also enjoyed reading how considerate Caylin is and how she thinks of others before herself. Even when she thinks about abandoning her parents at the hotel, she still worries about their feelings and leaves a note. While she is in Siena her mind often wonders to them and if they are ok. We can all learn a lot from her and she’s only seventeen years old. To help others when we see them fall down, be selfless and kind to each other. Caylin is also witty and it is a refreshing sight after a few tough situations she gets herself into it. Towards the end of the book I had massive respect for her. The lengths she goes to was astounding. Her big gesture of kindness melted me and I felt extremely proud of her. It was a weepy moment that made me question so much about today’s society and how we all should help each other out in times of need. Overall Caylin is someone who I could see my seventeen year old self hanging out with. She rocks and is totally awesome! 

The romance in the book brought back all my giggly awkward teenage moments. Trusting someone, falling in love and being yourself completely with them are all huge things. It’s all new, fresh and exciting. Henson captures this innocence beautifully and has really thought about what goes through young minds at that time. It was nostalgic to read and made me smile. Young love and the whole world at your disposal. Love really is a version to behold and Henson has shown what it is to love, the good, the bad and the ugly.


A strong theme of truth and justice was woven throughout the pages of Tuscany. The language barrier added to the suspense as Caylin struggled to explain herself and found she wasn’t being listened to at times. It was frustrating to read as we know her innocence and I found myself shouting at the page in anger. But this just shows good storytelling as I am so immersed in the book’s events, I believe them to be real and happening in front of my eyes. Skilfully done and extremely effective. 

“Now it was daylight I could see just how nice Siena looked and all the pretty window boxes filled with those bright red Geraniums.”

There were many points in the book where I could feel the sun prickle at my neck as a gentle breeze brought an array of heavenly scents. Henson absorbs the reader in Tuscany and it is utter bliss to read. To wander the streets and see the many sights. To hear the noise and get caught up in the rhythm of life.

“Imagine the warm middle of August night air filled with lively chitchat and cooking aromas, where there were rows of people sitting at the long tables with party lights dangling from above, wolfing down plates of pasta and tomato, trays with pizza slices and trays of jam or chocolate tart, jugs of fizzy drinks, water and wine; all the while some were practicing beating the drums suspended round waists and others swooping flags from side to side.”

The flow of the story is a pleasant evening stroll, relaxing and enlightening. I was intrigued from the first page and once I start reading something that really hooks me, I will willingly lose sleep until the last page has been turned. When you choose to read over sleep and you are a full-time mother, you definitely know you’re reading something great. IMG_2116.jpg

The getaway I much-needed. I give Tuscany A Novel By Fay Henson A Four out of Five Paw rating. 

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Full of adventure, new experiences and romance this is the perfect read to discover this summer. Grab a copy here and experience the beauty that is Tuscany. Discover more from the links below!




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Strange Secrets By Mike Russell (Review)

Allow me to pose a question to you dear readers. If a tree falls in the middle of a forest and there’s no-one there to hear it, does it still make a sound? What if that forest is filled with horse-chestnut trees? What if it was oak? Can you hear my voice ask these questions? Even though you’re reading my words on a screen. How do I sound? Squeaky? Husky? How does sound exist if there is no one around to hear it? How does anything exist if no one is there to witness it? Is your brain melting into a big puddle of slop just thinking about all these questions? Me too, let’s breathe and have a cuppa. That’s better. Prepare yourself for I have an extraordinary read to share with you.

I am extremely delighted to be reviewing on the blog today Strange Secrets By Mike Russell. A truly talented writer with a bottomless imagination to pull ideas from that never fails to put me in a literature coma for about a week. Every-time I dive into Mike Russell’s world I return feeling bloated and more than satisfied with my fill. I have thoroughly devoured his previous books, Strungballs, Strange Medicine and Nothing Is Strange to my heart’s content. So, you can imagine my excitement as I sat down eagerly for my next meal. 7 short stories to bewitch my taste buds. Delicious. I am a greedy Bunny.


A big thank you to the fabulous people at Strange Books for sending me a copy of Strange Secrets By Mike Russell to review. I can’t recommend these books enough. They are beautifully strange stories that make you question everything. And that, dear reader is never a bad thing in my opinion. Never.


Russell has a strange, unique and intriguing imagination that I adore. His use of imagery always manages to paint masterpieces in my mind. The images swirl and dance together, becoming one with the words upon the page. As always it’s hypnotising and I’m left staring into space until the spilling of hot tea occurs and I am awakened from my trance. Powerful, inspiring stuff.

‘Mary-Lou grasped the middle of the stem between her finger and thumb, lifted the two-headed rose out of the box, then held it in front of her eyes to examine it. Both of the flowers were growing seamlessly from ether end of the stem. It did indeed look real.’

Perfection is most definitely in the eye of the beholder and this is shown throughout each story. What is perfect? A two-headed rose? What is normal? A puppet controlling the puppeteer? What is anything? Russell gives the reader the key to unlock so many possibilities within their mind. To question, to think outside the box. Things they never dared think possible. What is real? It’s daring writing as I know it will not be to everyone’s taste yet you have got to ask yourself. Why? And that’s the beauty of it. Before you even know it you have fallen into the trap of the never-ending wheel of questions and find yourself curious to discover more.

I sensed a strong theme of control throughout the 7 stories. How characters desired the need for it. We as humans need constant validation for our purpose. A pat on the back, a well done and quick hand shake. That shiny gold star at the end of a long day. Something to acknowledge our existence on this earth. To be seen and heard, yet never understood. It fitted well within the stories and added a realistic vibe.

‘If you define yourself, you will change into something that evades your definition. Then if you define yourself again, you will change again. It will happen again and again and again. Do you understand? It will happen endlessly. It will continue to happen until you stop defining yourself, until you realise that you are not a thing.’

I adored reading Missing Person, it gave me goose bumps and a sharp shiver down my spin. I have always seen wardrobes as a gateway to other worlds. Not for a second did I ever consider they would be the final destination for our remains. Yet that is what I admire about Russell’s world. He takes something as simple as a wardrobe and makes it an ominous, daunting character that captures the very image of death. Chilling and perfectly done.

‘Death is the noun, dead is the adjective, die is the verb. When someone dies they vanish. Completely. Missing people aren’t anywhere.’

Overall I was more than satisfied as I paid my bill, even tipping over the expected amount. No one can spin a strange tale like Russell. He has a natural talent for it. It’s different and quirky which is why I love it. Who wants normal when you can have a daily dose of strangeness at your fingertips? You only live once so why not expand your horizons to new beautiful bizarre worlds? Take a daring dive into the Strange Books collection and you will soon start viewing the world from a different angle completely. Who knows. Maybe even upside down if you so desire. Anything is possible.


I give Strange Secrets By Mike Russell a Five out of Five paw rating.

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I look forward to another indulgent dose of Russell’s mind in the future. It’s brilliant writing that brightens the madness surrounding our daily lives. I don’t feel completely alone in my oddness these days. I embrace and celebrate it, as we all should.

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Happy Easter!

Good morning dear readers. and


I hope you all got to have a lovely lie in and were awoken by loved ones with a cuppa and eggy bread (or whatever your choice of breakfast, personally my husband makes a gorgeous eggy bread) before hopping into your lounge to discover the Easter Bunny had been and showered the whole family with gifts and CHOCOLATE! Aww what bliss, perfect picture that is…

Back in the real world!

Our two boys are going hopping mad on our bed shouting “IT’S EASTER! THE BUNNY HAS BEEN” making me spill my hot latte all over the clean bed sheets. Breakfast in bed quite literally as bits of honey hoops and Petits Filous is mashed into the covers before both boys chase each other into the lounge and face bomb the couch, throwing chocolate eggs everywhere. Lovely.

But once the madness calms down we take the boys for a walk to burn of some much-needed energy before we go for an easter egg hunt in the garden. More chocolate! More energy! Not long after we all sit down to Sunday lunch (LAMB) and watch Jurassic Park. Surprisingly our boys are not at all afraid of the dinosaurs, they just giggle and roar at them. With a goblet of bucks fizz in hand and bits of chocolate melted into my hair I sigh and smile happily at my little family. Husband is tickling the boys while I finish my glass and join in. It’s moments like these in life that make you smile and remember how beautiful the world is.


A small premonition of our day for you there dear readers. Mad, energetic, chocolate and love. Easter is a time for life, rebirth and to celebrate, well, life. Of course there’s the added bonus of chocolate but it’s also spending time with loved ones and making memories. Oh and to not go absolutely crazy over the next few weeks as the kids are off school. Remind me again why they need 2 weeks off!

I hope you have all have a wonderful Easter! Eat, be merry and enjoy it!

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El Hacho By Luis Carrasco (Review)

As I use my hand to shield my eyes from the blistering heat I gaze out at the dust filled wasteland before me. The skeletons of trees threaten to disintegrate at the mere mention of a breeze. The ground crumbles beneath my feet, laughing at my attempts to straighten my walk. She, the devil’s mistress is already branding her mark deep into my neck. Reddened and swollen from just a few minutes in her gaze. This is but a taste of where my mind has been exploring the past few days. Intrigued? Read on.

Today on the blog dear readers I have a delightful review for you. A big thank you to the wonderful people at époque press for sending a copy and giving me this opportunity to review the debut novel of Luis Carrasco, El Hacho. 


Époque Press is a new independent publisher based in Brighton and Cheltenham who aim to bring inspirational and thought-provoking work to a wider audience. If you are a regular reader here on my blog you will know how I fully support independent publishers seeking out new voices and authors. To read more about the fantastic work époque press is producing, check out their website here and links at the end of this post.



El Hacho is a timeless evocation of inheritance, duty and our relationship to the landscape that defines us. Set in the stark beauty of the Andalucían mountains it tells the story of Curro, an olive farmer determined to honour his family tradition in the face of drought, deluge and the lucrative temptations of a rapidly modernising Spain.

Wonderfully crafted, El Hacho is a poignant and compelling story of struggle and hope.


Upon opening El Hacho I was instantly transported to the tranquil Andalusian mountains. A sight I long to see in the flesh one day. But for now, I can pretend I have planted my feet firmly on Spanish soil. El Hacho has more than satisfied my craving. Filled with breathtaking scenery and all the detail to drink in, I was never in short supply of discovering how drastically the sun can wreak havoc with the landscape.

‘He still had time to water the herbs and flowers that glistened with a filmy dew before the angel of life and death reared implacably above the valley wall and scorched the thin leaves dry.’

It opened my eyes to how the simplest thing such as the heat can have devastating effects to those that rely on rain to quench their crop’s thirst. Something I think we are all guilty of taking for granted.  I learnt a lot from El Hacho and one thing for definite is to be grateful for what I have and to not obsess over what I don’t. It really is the little things in life that make it all worth while. Cliche as it sounds but honestly dear reader. It’s the truth.

Curro is a kind, thoughtful and wise character. He’s not even mad when he goes to release his traps and he sees some animal has stripped a few of the carcasses first. He knows their need is just as important as his own. His way of thinking is part of an old world that has all but ceased to exist and it is a welcome sight. Again, something we can all learn from and adapt to our modern society.

‘The man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest. Let’s try to find the balance.’

The endless amounts of love Curro has for his family, his wife Carmen and the land echoes calmly throughout El Hacho. The love for his parents and his father’s approval is touching to read. A small tear escaped me as I followed Curro on his journey to remain true and honest to his family’s traditions. The land is a part of them all, it’s in their veins and grows deep like the roots of the trees. They are connected from generation to generation and will one day all be reunited underground, giving back to the land. A disturbing beautiful imagine that captures the reality of life itself.

I admired the striking imagery of the bull and Curro, it was perfectly done and had the desired effect. Curro and the bull are one and the same. Both incredibly stubborn and determined to finish what they started. This image painted a strong symbol of struggle and hope in my mind. A message to the reader to not give up and never give in. Powerful stuff.

‘Why doesn’t he escape the heat, he thought, and knew he was the bull himself.’

As I read page after page of Curro working himself till he bled I felt exhausted. My bones ached at the weight this man was carrying upon his shoulders. There were times where I wished it to end, for the rain to come and his sentence to be done. But it didn’t. I had to read through his torment, day after day, praying it would all be worth it in the end. That Curro would finally be rewarded. A well used technique by Carrasco, as the reader is completely immersed in the character’s experiences. They too have to continue to watch this play out with no quick escape route in site. The reader is solely relying on only the hope and strength of this one character holding it all together. Genius writing.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading how the relationship between Curro and his brother Jose-Marie played out as they are complete polar opposites. While Curro is all about tradition and hard work. Jose-Marie dreams of a life of luxury and money. So when an offer was laid out on the table to Curro, I was extremely curious how this was going to pan out.

‘The way you look at others.
How do I look at others?
Like there’s nothing in them but a way to make some money. We’re all spokes on the same wheel Marie. We turn together.’

You can’t help but understand why Marie wants a different and better life as he is young and never wanted to work on the land. Yet you want him to stay working with Curro, to carry on their family’s tradition. I was desperately biting my lip hoping that Curro would do what most of us normal folk would do. Choose the money. The fact that I cared about this character to choose an easy way out spoke volumes to me. I am not one to quit and will fight to the bitter end. But I couldn’t bear the thought of Curro continuing to struggle, losing flesh, sweat and blood in the process. It made me tense up which admittedly made me read more.

‘To tear down that mountain would be to rip the heart from this village.’

However, I gained more respect for Curro. Not only did he let his brother go but he also gave him a small lump sum of money. That, right there dear readers is a gentlemen. A man among men. Someone who sacrifices their own personal gain in the name of family. The greed in humans is what destroys and pollutes the world we live in. The place we call home. It’s in all of us waiting to manifest and corrupt our lives. But if we could all learn and take something away from Curro, it would be to live a life of worth by enjoying the simplest of pleasures. To be rich in love, family, life and not allow money to dictate to us whether we can be happy without it.

Towards the end of El Hacho I was cheering Curro on to succeed. I felt helpless but I persisted for I owed it to him, to not abandon him like his own brother. And boy was I glad I did. Only at the end did I realise how much I had learned and felt stronger in myself. A powerful journey, one I would willingly take again and again. It’s books like El Hacho that truly show you the beauty in it all. They leave an imprint on your heart that stays with you for a lifetime. El Hacho strips back to the basics in life. What and who really matters when it all falls down before your eyes. To not give up and to always be true to yourself.


I give El Hacho By Luis Carrasco a Four out of Five paw rating.


A story with a lot of heart. I can not recommend this book enough. If you are looking for a journey of self discovery and a glimpse of an old world long forgotten. El Hacho is for you. It speaks to so many people on different levels that you will be surprised with what you discover each time you escape to the Andalusian mountains.

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Turn On, Tune Out By Cynthia Adina Kirkwood Review

Technology. It is forever entwining with our every day lives. A screen plays havoc with the mind and strains the eyes. We as humans have come to heavily rely on technology. We feel naked without it. If you were to sit in a cafe right now with no phone or laptop, would you be able to say honestly that you felt ok? Would your hands feel dangerously empty and be twitching to scroll, type and text? Honestly dear reader, would you be able to cope in this situation without technology in your grasp?

Today on the blog I am reviewing Turn On, Tune Out By Cynthia Adina Kirkwood. A futuristic read that plunges the reader head first into a world ruled by computers. The scary truth of it all is that we are closer to this reality that we like to admit. Very, very close dare I say. If you wish to read more about Cynthia Adina Kirkwood, check out the links to her website at the end of this post. She has had an extremely interesting life.



A British composer turns outlaw in Los Angeles in the award-winning Turn On, Tune Out. Angelica Morgan flouts a computer law that cripples creativity. In L.A., Angelica finds an audience, love, and a passion to stop the insidious law from taking hold in Britain. In the near future of California, artists, who steal time off-line, are considered suspect, criminal, and dangerous.

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The Year is 2033. Our story opens with a wave of noise. The reader has entered a world where buildings have climate control. The price of petrol has skyrocketed and computers are catering to our every need and requirement. Computers dominate their human prey. The state has enforced a law that requires citizens to watch 4 hours of TV a day. The mind and the art of creativity is slowly dying as it’s overseer is finding quicker and more efficient ways to get the job done. People are throwing their hands up in surrender to an easier life. A life of convenience. Being an artist is like being an outlaw.

‘Computers had become people’s lives, rather than only enhancing them, thus beginning the descent into an Orwellian hell with all the modern conveniences.’

I was really intrigued by the story as it fascinates me how scarily relatable this world is. It’s far too close to home to how we are evolving. Modern day tech is all rush rush; no time for imagination. Just information and onto the next job. Repeat. Kirkwood has laid out her plot and characters perfectly with a lot of consideration. She has thought about everything and how this new world effects artists. She makes the reader ask a lot of questions about themselves. What our beliefs, our vales and sense of purpose in this world are. And the answer is… to create of course! Whether that’s music, art or even life itself! We are masters of our craft and can’t help but create. So the thought of allowing a computer to take our imagination away makes me shiver with remorse. And that is what makes this story such a satisfying read. We NEED to be asking ourselves these questions before we lose sight of what’s really worth fighting for.

‘Why would anyone regard their own heart, their own soul, their own life and imagination when they could use a software package?’

Kirkwood portrays a strong message to the world. To limit ourselves to screen time and not become so engrossed in a world online that we miss out on our very real, raw, painful, yet beautiful reality. The only thing we should be switching off is technology. To go radio silent and spend those precious 4 hours with our imagination, crafting our talents into breath-taking works of art. We are all artists in our unique mesmerizing ways.

‘A computer is a tool, a machine for storing and accessing information. It is only as smart as the person who programmed it and as fast as its chip laid out by an engineer. Today most people have lost sight of that. They invest these tools with power, respect and, even, awe.’

This book is a work of art by Kirkwood. An enchanting painting created with words, voices and freedom for all to see. She captures the mind, heart and soul in one brush stroke. A computer fails to do this. It does what it’s programmed to and repeats. Kirkwood shows this perfectly throughout the story as the reader is reminded often to not fall victim to the deadly disease; square eyes.

‘The will is the only friend of the Self, and the will is the only enemy of the Self.’

I can definitely relate to Angelica and her creative values. It is extremely refreshing in today’s world to still read characters in fiction just as passionate and dedicated to their art as myself. I sensed a lot of similarities between Angelica and Kirkwood. Both strong women with good hearts and a determination to have their voices heard. I envisioned myself drinking a delicious wine with these ladies overlooking the sea while speaking of our passions in art and creativity. Deep, meaningful, long conversations and friendly debates. When I finished the book I did indeed feel like I had made two new friends. Kirkwood can without a doubt create warm, charming characters that dance off of the page and into your heart. Just fabulous.

‘They understood that she could not stop herself from composing music. They knew that her sweet compulsion swept her away on emotional, spiritual and intellectual waves, cleansing her afresh each day. It drew on all her being, yet lifted her out of herself.’

The pace of the story is pleasant and flows much like a conversation with friends over drinks as the sun sets. It is only towards the end that it’s pace quickens and the reader has a lot of information to digest and understand. It leaves you a little frustrated but that is the beauty of this technique. You feel a sudden shock to the system that Angelica feels. Kirkwood never fails to immerse the reader in the character’s shoes. To know their thoughts and how they feel. It’s hypnotising and well done. You know just enough to know what’s happening and are curious how things will develop further into the story.

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A remarkable story of a woman who fights for what she believes in and refuses to surrender. This book screams freedom and I love it. The freedom to create, to paint, capture art. To speak our minds and resist modern conveniences. And to never, ever stop making our voices heard. Never!

I give Turn On, Tune Out By Cynthia Adina Kirkwood a Four out Of Five paw rating.


Creative, passionate and a revolution to us all to have our voices heard and stand for what we believe in. I am desperate for a sequel. I have come to call these characters my friends and am curious what happens after the events of Turn On, Tune Out.

Grab yourselves a copy here dear reader and do not miss out on this story of modern society’s struggle to remain creative. Don’t forget to also check out the links below for more information on the lovely writer herself, Cynthia Adina Kirkwood.


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