Thank you for reviews

By Catherine

First of all, I want to say a big Thank You for your nice reviews on Goodreads and Amazon. It’s a very special feeling reading them and find out what you like about Unexpected Journeys. This is my first novel, and I realized a few things while writing it.

Things that are self-explanatory for me as an author might not be that for another reader. For instance, in Unexpected Journeys, the shortest way from the hotel to the bakery is through the garden gate. I didn’t even think about it when I let Greg walk through it. I have used that gate so many times. For me, it was the most natural thing in the world until my editor asked about it. She thought it needed some explanation to be visible for someone who hadn’t been there.

Hopefully she caught most of these little issues, but we all have different perspectives and that fascinates me. That’s what I like about reading your reviews. I like to know what you see in the book, what’s important to you. If you happen to stumble on one of those things that might not be so self-explanatory, I like to know that as well. I have a question box on my Goodreads author profile, and I’ll be very happy to answer questions either there or here in my blog. So once again a big Thank You and I hope you enjoyed your reading.

Read the first three chapters in my books

Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.


I first met him on a bright summers day, when I almost stumbled over him. He was just a few feet away from our front porch, a tiny little rugged Pica Pica; or Eurasian magpie as he’s more commonly called.

He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more

She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.

"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"

Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more