When overachiever Leena Cotton is ordered to take a two-month sabbatical after blowing a big presentation at work, she escapes to her grandmother Eileen’s house for some long-overdue rest.

Eileen is newly single and about to turn eighty. She’d like a second chance at love, but her tiny Yorkshire village doesn’t offer many eligible gentlemen.

So they decide to try a two-month swap.

Eileen will live in London and look for love. She’ll take Leena’s flat, and learn all about casual dating, swiping right, and city neighbors. Meanwhile Leena will look after everything in rural Yorkshire: Eileen’s sweet cottage and garden, her idyllic, quiet village, and her little neighborhood projects.

But stepping into one another’s shoes proves more difficult than either of them expected. Will swapping lives help Eileen and Leena find themselves…and maybe even find true love? In Beth O’Leary’s The Switch, it’s never too late to change everything….or to find yourself.


The Switch was such a delightful way for these two women to change their lives, just by swapping them out for a couple of months. For Eileen, in the countryside, approaching her eightieth birthday, there would be few chances for the kind of adventure she needed.

For her granddaughter Leena, who was burned out at work and struggling with the loss of her sister Carla, a new perspective was sadly needed.

In alternating chapters, Leena and Eileen switch voices, sharing their thoughts and adventures as they navigate the lives they have adapted.

Each brought something unique to their new circumstances…and found something hidden within themselves. Can Eileen find love again? Will Leena discover that what she thought she wanted isn’t it at all?

I thoroughly enjoyed immersing myself in the lives of these characters, enjoying their discoveries and their deepest thoughts. 5 stars.




A couple of weeks ago, I wrote Meandering Through My Interiors, when I moved some stacking boxes to another part of the room.  In the photo above, see lower center, with a dark birdhouse sitting in for those boxes.  Previously, it was by the hearth, halfway hidden.  So now it gets to show off a little more, while those stacking boxes “rock” their new space (below).





I am glad that I constantly move my things around and reshape my spaces…a reminder that I can still make this nest cozy.

In the past week or so, I’ve been obsessed with looking at new homes, exploring new possibilities.  Moving?  Should I?  Could I?  Even the thought of it makes me so anxious that I can’t sleep some nights.

Why?  Well, the rent went up and I panicked.  But as I looked at new places, much more expensive and not really “home” to me, I had to rethink that.  I’m not ready, is what I concluded.  Plus the hassle and expense would defeat the purpose, and my rent is manageable here.  I will sign a short-term lease, just in case I change my mind.

Maybe I will be ready in a few months…or longer.  The appeal of a place with lots of security and other people in a clubhouse setting sounds tempting.  But then I recall that I’m basically a loner, loving doing my own thing.  I’m not the Bingo-playing person who lives in those places.  lol.





Sometimes we have to look around at other spaces to appreciate what we have.  My place has interesting shapes to some of the rooms, and it has become just what I need for now.  Note the angle of the fireplace, and how the bookcase fits into a nook by the love seat.





High ceilings, nice angles, and more space than I really need…all here, after almost ten years, and now I’m still re-imagining ways to make it truly mine.

So what if the kitchen is tiny?  I manage to make it work with a rolling cart that stands in for extra counter space.





Seriously, though, the thought of packing up and trying to fit everything into a tinier space (the ones I looked at were smaller, though more expensive!), makes the decision easier for me.

Who knows what I will find if I just wait a while?  I might even decide that this little place, with its quirks and its flaws, is truly my home.

Do you ever imagine “what if,” and even make the changes, only to discover you already had what you needed?  Or maybe you found the perfect new home when you made changes.  It is definitely something to ponder.

I am linking up to West Metro Mommy Reads, for Saturday Snapshot.




Today was a restless blogging day, and even though I have been captivated by my newest review book, Pretending to Dance, I was also pondering how I could merge two more blogs.

Well, I did it!

Creative Journey has been combined with this An Interior Journey site.  See the pages I’ve added here, including My Creative Journey, with sub pages for each of my SIX published novels.

Yes, get it?  SIX blogs and SIX published novels.  There is something symmetrical about those numbers.

Some other pages came over, too, headed The Forest.  Here you will find some writing thoughts, originally transferred from my writing blogs—which are no more.


I seriously doubt if I’ll be deleting or merging any other sites, at least not at this time.  Six is a number I can live with.

Here are my blogs:

An Interior Journey


Curl up and Read

Snow Sparks


Rainy Days and Mondays