I opened Puk Qvortrup’s memoir, Into a Star, on the first full day of my recent reading holiday. I had settled in a comfy chair on the patio of where we were staying, sea views and the sun on my face. Moments later, I was up and heading back inside to fetch a box of tissues. And over the next two hours, I tore through the book and the box of tissues.

The book begins –

Three in the bed. One not yet born, another dead, and I’m alive. Continue reading →