Sarah Laing’s Mansfield and Me is a breath of fresh air. I wanted to write about it for my book but also for the blog, in a different way, so decided, somewhat self-consciously to draw myself into my reading because I felt stitched into the book as I read. Maybe it’s because this is as much about two writers struggling with words, wanting to be noticed and slipping on self-doubt as it is about trying to live. I felt like a tracing paper sheet laid over the pages. What I want to shout out loud is that this wonderful refreshing view on life & writing & motherhood & Mansfield & Laing is turning over a new leaf for us. Mansfield and Woolf wanted to showcase a new way of writing – Sarah has picked up that torch. This is groundbreaking. It deserves an international audience.