‘One month into our stay, we’d managed to dispatch most of our charges. We executed the chickens. One of the cats disappeared, clearly disgusted with our urban ways. And Lucky [the cow] was escaping almost daily. It seemed we didn’t have much of a talent for farming. And we still had eleven months to go.’
Once I picked it up at 4 pm with a cup of tea, there was no putting it down until I finished at 11 pm. I ignored my family for the evening and read all about the trails of Antonia’s.
Funny, tender, heartbreaking and brutally honest, Dirty Chick is the memoir to read for this autumn.Read More