Autobiographies just get better and better. This intelligently constructed piece is far from being a simple timeline but moves between the present and the past – just as we all do in our heads. It shows a postmodern style but an utterly realistic representation of minds and thoughts.

was making notes about my responses to your book – but now that it comes time to write them up I cant find them anywhere. (Along with various other documents.) I now think i must have thrown the whole collection away by mistake. At least the notes for you can be replaced!!

I enjoyed your book a lot – in particular its movement to and fro in time. Once that was established, the whole thing felt much more ambitious. I like to think about structure – sometimes even more than content or style. Many autobiographies are depressingly linear. I’m referring to this book as an autobiography – but do correct me if I’m wrong. The other thing about mixing present and past, and recent past, is that the narrative mimics the ways in which mind and memory work: I think the past, though past, isn’t gone. It’s still part of us now. My mother died recently, and she is still very much with me – not just as the person she was this year, but also in many earlier versions of herself.

I think that other reviewers will talk a lot about content and style because that’s what they do. What I felt was a wish to engage in dialogue with you through your text – it felt very personally relevant to me. That’s what really grasped my attention – though in my case the neglecting parent was my mother. And I think the text invites that response, though I’m not sure how it does it. Brave of you to invoke Lacan – he’s not a reference that most people will get. Fortunately, I’ve read quite a lot of psychoanalytic theory, and to see it infusing your text and your understanding of the world, was enjoyable, even exciting.

I’m so glad to know of the happy ending in New Zealand – and to see the

was making notes about my responses to your book – but now that it comes time to write them up I cant find them anywhere. (Along with various other documents.) I now think i must have thrown the whole collection away by mistake. At least the notes for you can be replaced!!

I enjoyed your book a lot – in particular its movement to and fro in time. Once that was established, the whole thing felt much more ambitious. I like to think about structure – sometimes even more than content or style. Many autobiographies are depressingly linear. I’m referring to this book as an autobiography – but do correct me if I’m wrong. The other thing about mixing present and past, and recent past, is that the narrative mimics the ways in which mind and memory work: I think the past, though past, isn’t gone. It’s still part of us now. My mother died recently, and she is still very much with me – not just as the person she was this year, but also in many earlier versions of herself.

I think that other reviewers will talk a lot about content and style because that’s what they do. What I felt was a wish to engage in dialogue with you through your text – it felt very personally relevant to me. That’s what really grasped my attention – though in my case the neglecting parent was my mother. And I think the text invites that response, though I’m not sure how it does it. Brave of you to invoke Lacan – he’s not a reference that most people will get. Fortunately, I’ve read quite a lot of psychoanalytic theory, and to see itwas making notes about my responses to your book – but now that it comes time to write them up I cant find them anywhere. (Along with various other documents.) I now think i must have thrown the whole collection away by mistake. At least the notes for you can be replaced!!

I enjoyed your book a lot – in particular its movement to and fro in time. Once that was established, the whole thing felt much more ambitious. I like to think about structure – sometimes even more than content or style. Many autobiographies are depressingly linear. I’m referring to this book as an autobiography – but do correct me if I’m wrong. The other thing about mixing present and past, and recent past, is that the narrative mimics the ways in which mind and memory work: I think the past, though past, isn’t gone. It’s still part of us now. My mother died recently, and she is still very much with me – not just as the person she was this year, but also in many earlier versions of herself.

I think that other reviewers will talk a lot about content and style because that’s what they do. What I felt was a wish to engage in dialogue with you through your text – it felt very personally relevant to me. That’s what really grasped my attention – though in my case the neglecting parent was my mother. And I think the text invites that response, though I’m not sure how it does it. Brave of you to invoke Lacan – he’s not a reference that most people will get. Fortunately, I’ve read quite a lot of psychoanalytic theory, and to see it infusing your text and your understanding of the world, waswas making notes about my responses to your book – but now that it comes time to write them up I cant find them anywhere. (Along with various other documents.) I now think i must have thrown the whole collection away by mistake. At least the notes for you can be replaced!!

I enjoyed your book a lot – in particular its movement to and fro in time. Once that was established, the whole thing felt much more ambitious. I like to think about structure – sometimes even more than content or style. Many autobiographies are depressingly linear. I’m referring to this book as an autobiography – but do correct me if I’m wrong. The other thing about mixing present and past, and recent past, is that the narrative mimics the ways in which mind and memory work: I think the past, though past, isn’t gone. It’s still part of us now. My mother died recently, and she is still very much with me – not just as the person she was this year, but also in many earlier versions of herself.

I think that other reviewers will talk a lot about content and style because that’s what they do. What I felt was a wish to engage in dialogue with you through your text – it felt very personally relevant to me. That’s what really grasped my attention – though in my case the neglecting parent was my mother. And I think the text invites that response, though I’m not sure how it does it. Brave of you to invoke Lacan – he’s not a reference that most people will get. Fortunately, I’ve read quite a lot of psychoanalytic theory, and to see it infusing your text and your understanding of the world, was enjoyable, even exciting.

I’m so glad to know of the happy ending in New Zealand –

There will be many women who unpacked the deeply buried pain of making the decision that Monika made in the best interest of our unborn children. As with Monika it was the very best decision but Monika has so eloquently described the pain that stays and pops up much more often than was ever expected. Whilst this was only one aspect of the chrysalis who emerged as Monika it remains so vivid to me. Such clarity of the influences on emotional growth makes this a must read – Thankyou Monika

Outstanding…how can this be Monika’s first book ?

Loved it so much touched my soul and heart. Thank you for sharing your gift of words…now creating my own perfect life soup ❤️

Beautifully written can’t wait to read all the ones that follow 🌈

I read Monika’s first novel ’An Inflammable Act of Kindness’ and couldn’t wait to get my hands on her second novel ‘From Error To Error’.

It is a story of Meli’s journey through a period of personal growth with all its trials and tribulations.

Funny, sad and uplifting at times, covering family dynamics, love and forgiveness.

Monika has a relatable style of writing, I found the novel comforting and wanted more. 

Very much looking forward to the next one.

Utterly captivating from the very first page, a beautifully written narrative full of haunting, gut wrenching human observations and witty turns of phrase.

I loved this book, the journey and the words have stayed with me for days, I can’t wait for her next one

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I couldn’t put it down and read it in one day. I loved each story and every word! It was so many things – sweet, sad, funny, relatable, vulnerable and engaging and pleasant to read. Well done ⭐️ L. Ivory, New Zealand