Whilst I read this book fairly quickly it's not because I felt unable to put it down. I'd never heard of Catherine Fox before and only purchased this book because I spotted it as part of a fill a bag for $5 deal. Most definitely I got my 50cents (perhaps less) worth out of it but I am also just as definite that this one won't make it's way back onto my shelves. Instead it will be consigned to the rag bag and will go back to see if someone else might get thier 50cents worth. The story was written well I guess and it made for a change but honestly there wasn't really a character I particularly liked in the book. Well actually that's not true. I suppose I didn't mind a couple of the male characters...the two fathers as it turned out; the adoptive father and the natural father. At times I liked the main character but not often and I really didn't like the other female characters. There were times I could understand how one or other of them might be feeling but generally they were not likeable. This was the story of a 20 year old Melbourne girl travelling to New York, on her own, to meet her natural mother. She'd been born in America and adopted and she had moved back to Australia with her new family as a baby. I get that this is an experience that would be tension filled for all involved, and I can see how there could be anger and resentment. For a short while at the start of the book we got an insight into the feelings of her adoptive parents now that she had left to visit America, but even those glimpses did not reveal what I'd have expected. Oh well. This book had a tough act to follow, considering I had just finished Jasper Jones, but somehow I don't think I'd have like the book any better if I'd read a so-so book just beforehand.