Blog Tour – The Age of Misadventure by Judy Leigh

Sometimes you just have to escape …

All Georgie Turner wants is to keep her family together.  But with her daughter growing up fast, her sister married to a man Georgie hates, and their aging aunt getting more and more outrageous, nothing’s simple.

So when her brother-in-law makes his biggest mistake yet, Georgie sees the chance to reunite the ladies in her life.  And after a little persuasion, three generations of Turner women head off on a very unusual road trip.  Georgie’s confident that some sun, sea and a bottle or two of prosecco will make this an adventure they’ll never forget.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, a whole lot as it happens!!!

It is so refreshing to read a book where most of the main characters featured are women over the age of 45.  It feels so unusual and I felt needed a mention and a hat-tip.

First up, let me just tell you I love Georgie.  She’s an absolute hero to her family in their time of need and I’m not just talking about their road trip!  Her family is made up of strong women and she’s the one leading them (or trying to!) in the right direction.  I’ve heard her referred to as bitter once or twice but I disagree.  That’s not what I get from her at all – although there’s plenty for her to be bitter about, including the fact that her failed marriage is mentioned by her family more than once!

The first time Nan was mentioned, I hoped she would be a heavy hitter in the book and I’m so glad that happened.  As the story progressed and I found out more about her I was so glad.  She is a colourful and magnificent character and when you read the book you’ll love her too, I just know you will.  She has lived alone for many years after the death of her beloved husband, Wilf and the road trip seems to come along at a time when she really needs the distraction in her life.

I found it really difficult to enjoy Bonnie’s character and I wanted to shake her once or twice during the story.  She is so loved and has so many people in her corner and yet she just can’t see further than herself and her very miserable marriage.  Some of you will love her, of that I have no doubt.  Some of you will feel for her and even understand her life.  She’s just one character in a book full of amazing women that I couldn’t take to.

The last character I’m going to talk about is Georgie’s daughter, Jade.  Again, there will be divided opinions on her but take your time with her.  Don’t judge her too quickly.

This book shows how families can pull together in a time of crisis and support one another no matter what. The story will give you laugh out loud moments, some very tender moments as well as lots and lots of love. It’s a very enjoyable and easy read.

Thank you so much to Aria Fiction and Judy Leigh for including me on this blog tour.

They have also very kindly given me an extract to share with you, which is wonderful.

Happy Reading xoxo


As I walk through the park, the sound of a police car siren drifts from the road. I shiver and automatically check my phone. Still no messages – I’m worried. My heart’s started to squeeze itself tight like a soft rubber ball in my chest. I give in: I press buttons with my thumb to dial. After a few seconds, Jade’s voice is loud in my ear. ‘What is it, Mum?’ I wonder why I didn’t phone her before. Of course, I know why. I don’t want another Jade tirade, accusing me of being the embarrassing smothering mother. I hear a sharp intake of breath at the other end.

She says, ‘What’s the problem?’

‘I was just wondering where you are—’

She puffs out air. Her way of telling me I’m exasperating; my maternal concern has annoyed her. ‘I’m with friends. But last night I—’

‘Last night you what?’

‘Never mind, Mum. I’ll be home later.’ There’s a pause; I’m waiting for her to tell me more. ‘Is there anything the matter?’

‘No, Jade. I just wanted to make sure you …’ I’ve already said too much.

‘Fine, I’ll see you later, okay?’

The phone clicks before I have time to reply. I’m pleased she’s all right but there’s the sinking feeling that I’ve interfered where I shouldn’t. I play back the call in my head. She’s told me nothing, except that she’s not happy that I’ve phoned and that something may have happened last night. At least I know she’s all right. I try to infer something from her words: where she was, who she might have been with, and there are no answers. Just my imagination overloading me with worrying images: Jade drinking too much; in clubs with the wrong sort of people; the wrong sort of men; the wrong man. I remind myself she’s streetwise; she’s at a friend’s, staying over, celebrating or sleeping it off. But something wriggles, niggles: mother’s instinct, perhaps, or just plain worry. I put my phone back in my pocket and try to put my fears away with it. They stay in my mind, buzzing like flies on a hot day.

I pick up my pace. I’m not far from home and, in my mind, I already have the kettle on. Maybe I’ll cook something nice for Jade, for when she comes in. I’ve decided some nourishing soup will do her good after being out on the town all night. In our house, food has always been part of the family culture: something to share, to nourish, to make with love for those we care about. My grandmother’s recipe for Scouse was passed down to my mum and to Nan. There wasn’t much money in our house, but my parents would offer a good meal to anyone who came to the door. We’d all sit round the table, chattering and laughing, and I try to keep the tradition: the family who eats together stays together. Of course, that’s no longer true in my case with Terry gone, but I try to make sure everyone who sits at my table shares food and drink and feels welcome.

As I approach my house, I walk under a hazel tree. Little golden catkins are beginning to form. I turn into the drive, my boots crunching on gravel. My car’s parked outside and it’s comforting to see the sturdy profile, the 2010 black BMW X5. It was an extravagant buy but it always felt safer to be driving alone inside something solid and strong. Like driving inside Iron Man’s suit, protected and smart at the same time. A car with status for a woman with status, I told the handsome young assistant at the garage when I bought it second-hand five years ago. Having an ex who works in computers has had its uses although, in truth, once I’d paid the deposit on the house, there was nothing left of the divorce settlement. I struggle to make ends meet each month, but there’s always just enough to pay my assistant Amanda and Jade, to meet the mortgage and to put food on the table. I manage: I’m in control of my destiny, that’s what’s most important. On my own, living off my wits. Which is good, of course – I’m independent and I’m never short of wit.

Published by girlmeetsbook

Mother of Dragons, rugby coach and eternal dreamer. I love nothing more than being lost down the rabbit hole of books and my Kindle. With a pinch of empowerment, a teaspoon of solitude and the odd G&T I'm not shy of an opinion or letting you know what passions stir my mind! Musings of a binge reader.

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