I'm usually a stickler for correct spelling and grammar in anything I read. I can overlook the odd error but when they're persistent, I usually give up. Just occasionally, I come across a book which has such raw integrity about it, I will read it despite its faults. 'Diary' was one such book. It didn't just ask to be read. It reached out of the pages, grabbed me by the throat and demanded to be read. I couldn't stop reading it.
It's the true story of a woman who, with husband and three small children in tow, moves to Italy and to start a new life. Just like countless other such 'happy ever after in the sun' books. Only this one was different. What Jill, the woman in question, didn't know at the time, was that her husband had another woman, who was occupying his time back in England whilst she was bringing up her children, waiting for him to come and join them.
Without wishing to give away any spoilers, not only was the errant husband not coming, nor was any form of financial support for the three children he was effectively abandoning in a foreign country which has no financial assistance for such cases.
Many women would simply have packed up their belongings and headed back to Blighty with the kids in tow. Not our Jill! She wanted a better life for her children than would have awaited them back there. Instead of sitting around bemoaning her lot in life, she simply rolled up her sleeves, like a true Yorkshirewoman, and got on with providing for her family to the best of her ability, with no help from the absent other half.
She worked as and when she could, not easy, since children in Italy only go to school in the mornings so she had to be home to look after them. When there was nothing else to eat, she filled them up with pasta and nettles for a tasty and nutritious meal. Jill's a grafter, and she certainly did graft.
It's a measure of her success that the children have grown up to be well-adjusted and responsible adults, and she's never tried in any way to influence them against their father. For all his faults, he is still their father.
I take my hat off to her. I am filled with admiration at the way she turned around a potentially disastrous situation and made a wonderful life for her family with scarcely a word of complaint. I'm hugely looking forward to reading the next instalment of her life in Italy. If you're reading this, Jill - gerra move on, Doris!
The book has had a bit of a tidy up since it was first published, so the errors are much fewer and further between. Read it. I defy you not to take this woman to your heart once you have done so.