My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Hands up. I came to this book for all the wrong reasons. See, me and Elizabeth Astor, Lady Astor of Hever, are cousins. Genuine, actual blood relations. Hard to imagine I know. But my Great Aunt Aggie is her Great Granny. Our families have gone in different directions, obviously, so when I found out she had written a book about bringing up her autistic daughter, I plunged into to find out more. And it’s very interesting indeed.
Having personal experience of trying to navigate my world through a disinterested National Health Service, it was reassuring to know it wasn’t just me. Something that Liz picks up on in several places, as she ponders how even more difficult it must be for people not in a world of privilege. She’s a good writer, bringing the page to life as you accompany her and her family on their journey, so I wasn’t surprised to find that she went on to write a novel.
It works as an insight into autism as well as how it affects the wider family, and was an interesting read from start to finish. But then I would say that!







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