Beneath The Apple Blossom – Kate Frost #BookReview

Another week of the holidays done, another book read.

A while back (possibly even a year back), I read an interview with an author called Kate Frost. Her then newly released book, Beneath The Apple Blossom, looked to be something that would be of interest to me.

The Blurb:

Four women, linked by blood ties, friendship, betrayal, loss and hope, struggle with the choices they’ve made and the hand that life’s dealt them.

All Pippa’s ever wanted is marriage and kids, but at thirty-four and about to embark on IVF, her dream of having a family is far from certain. Her younger sister Georgie has the opposite problem, juggling her career, her lover, a young daughter and a husband who wants baby number two.

Pippa’s best friend Sienna has a successful career in the film world, and despite her boyfriend pressurising her to settle down, a baby is the last thing she wants. Happily married Connie shares the trauma of fertility treatment with Pippa, but underestimates the impact being unable to conceive will have on her and her marriage.

As their lives collide in a way they could never have predicted, will any of them get to see their hopes realised?

As I read it I was amazed at how emotional it made me feel. I remembered the time when we were struggling. The anacronyms like 2ww and BFN and BFP flooded back, as I remembered the wonderful forum I had joined when we were struggling with conceiving, and after, for the support of others in the same situation.

It’s true though, not every woman wants to be a mother. And not everyone can make a good one either.

But the pain that accidental pregnancies can cause to others, I’ve experienced that too, while we were in the midst of our own journey. Hearing about someone talking about a baby that wasn’t expected or wanted, was like a knife being plunged into my womb, and twisted. Yes

Yes.

It felt that extreme.

Yet when there were others who were expecting, and it was a much longed for baby, I was overjoyed for the parents-to-be.

Deep down I knew that one day, our turn would come. And it did, twice, with two angel babies in between.

Beneath the Apple Blossom: The Hopeful Years Book 1 by [Frost, Kate]

My rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

My reviews on Amazon and Goodreads:

What a great book!
Having been through fertility struggles of my own, it was amazing how I related to a lot of the issues faced by 2 of the main characters in this book.
It’s very true, that as much as some women crave to be mothers, there are those that really don’t feel it’s for them, and this book explored both sides of the same coin.
The realistic writing brought back some painful memories for me, but also that sense of camaraderie that I too felt in a very special online forum that I had also joined while trying to conceive.

Buy it on Amazon here.

Thoughtful Tuesday

 

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Always remember to be as much of a support to those who have been your crutch at some point or another… 

Stand By Me – Thoughtful Thursday

  

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We all need that support, that backbone behind us… For some it’s your family. For some your friends.

It may be one individual, it might be a group, a mixture of people, creating the support network you require.

Always try and be there for people you love too. Even though they might seem to have everything, and be happy, you never know when they might need a crutch… Just that little bit of support. And they might be the support you need one day in the future.

I’m not in any major need of support, as such, but knowing I have my Husband, parents and family right there, is all the reassurance I need to carry on every day, and on top of that, I have lots of aquaintances, but the friends who I hold close to my heart, are always there, at the end of the phone, or available for me to speak with them, if I needed it.

Just knowing that I have them all there, any time I need it, is enough for me to lead a fulfilled, happy life, 

Oh, and the children’s hugs and smiles always help too!

Know that you have people behind you, (I’m one of them!) and be someone’s invisible support too, it’ll make you feel good. 😊

Acquaintance vs friend


“So called friends are like the leaves of a tree;
Scattered all around.
But true friendship is like a diamond;
Very rare.”

If you ask someone how many friends they have, numbers really vary. What? Are you talking about the Facebook ‘friends’, or Twitter ‘followers? The friends from years ago who you see once in a while, if ever, at gatherings, or bump into in town? Those school, or university chums who meant everything to you at the time but then you all drifted apart. There was nothing that disintegrated your contact, no fight or argument. Just distance and/or and situation.

Or those people you see regularly, who know the ins and outs of your present life?

It also depends on the age of the person you are asking. If you ask a 5 year old, they’ll tell you the number of children in their class, or sit and count everyone they have ever met. A teenager might have ‘none’ because they are going through that difficult stage where “no one understands me!”. Or they will have 798, because that’s their social media count. Then, as you get older, well, those of you that are older will understand…

I’m talking about those friends who know you inside out, know your heart and soul, those people who you might not see all the time, but who you have a connection with. That person who you can call or visit, after months, or even years, and fall straight back into that relaxed relationship with. You don’t necessarily have to have known them all your life, these diamonds can appear at any time in your life, when you least expect it. And these people are the ones you find you can share everything with, knowing you’ll get honesty back, and support.

Not counting some very close family members, if I think very hard, I would say 2. Two people, one who I posted about before, my gorgeous best friend, and one more recent. (I say recent but we met over 9 years ago.)

That sounds crap really, doesn’t it? After over 40 years on this earth, I feel like I have 2 really close, good friends. Not to offend any of my other friends, I have many people who I count as friends, from different times in my life, childhood, school friends, university friends, friends from various places of work, mum friends. All people who are special to me in some way or another, but they know one facet of me. They know the me of that time, not the evolved me, and the whys and wherefores of who I am. All these people are my leaves…

But I thank my 2 diamonds, they are always there. Sometimes they might not know, or realise it, but they are the tonic I need to carry on, at times.

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The Buzz to my Woody

“You’ve got a friend in me.” 🎶

It wouldn’t be right for me to omit posting about someone who has been a key part of my life for over 20 years.
There are a lot of people in my life who hold great importance for me, with in the family , and in my friend circle, but we all usually have that one person that stands out.
She’s my best friend, my partner in crime, my sounding board, the sister I never had…
We met on the first day of university, and to this day she tells anyone who asks how we met, that I chatted her up by the pigeon holes! Two shy girls, away from home for the first time (well I was away, she was commuting initially!) great big world out there, new experiences to be had, scary lectures in HUGE lecture halls!
We were two of a handful of brown faces at the first course meet, and though I had always studied in a white majority, we seemed to gravitate towards each other. Our initial conversations weren’t going to be about social life, bars, getting drunk, and hangovers etc, they were more, where are you from, first time away, the nervousness of this new situation.
It was love at first sight 💗
And also, for some of our university life, one fraught with certain stigmas. You see, I am Sikh, and she is Muslim…SHOCK HORROR!!!
The amount of people who found this a strange thing, that my best friend was Muslim, was astounding. There has always been conflicts within our religions histories, and it still used to rear its ugly head around us at university, the Punjabi Society and the Islamic Society taking up residence in opposite corners of the Refec, staring each other out over the sea of heads in the canteen, regularly.
But, hey, I don’t ask for someone’s CV before chatting to them, remember, with me, all it takes is eye contact to start up a conversation!
We instantly clicked, and there was a bond forged then that grew stronger and stronger over the years. Eventually she moved out too and for the best part of 4 years we lived together in various hovels, oops, I mean student houses.

Yup, I was Woody, she was Buzz!

Her family let me into their fold with open arms, as did mine to her, so I have a whole other alternative family who I love very much too!
She was there for me throughout so many new experiences, from love lives to social lives, studying to surviving.
Through Uni, graduating, first jobs, my wedding, my conceiving struggles, my becoming a mum, all those important times, and the unimportant ones, she’s there, my rock.
She’s had her own share of personal ups and downs, and I’ve tried to be there for her, in the same way too. Though I never feel I can do half of what she has done for me…
But there is something so special about this woman, and I know others will echo this sentiment. No matter what or where, if you need support, she’s there, for us all. She’s kept in touch with so many folk, where many times, life means you no longer have time for everyone.
We hardly get to meet nowadays, due to life, but are always in each others hearts. A phone call after ages feels like we just spoke yesterday.
She’s been my constant for over two decades, and nothing I can say can really explain her importance in my life…
She just is…
Thank you for being you Buzz, I love you so much! Xxxxxxx

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