Review
Ruth Shaw is the owner of two wee bookshops down in Manapouri at the edge of Fiordland National Park. If that doesn’t sound romantic enough, Ruth’s life story is as novelesque as they come.
This memoir tells Ruth’s story, interspersed with lovely tales of life around her bookshops.
Ruth’s early life was in Christchurch where she and her family lived with her father’s parents, her Gran and Pop. In an early assessment of Ruth’s character, her beloved Gran comments, “Ruthie, I know you try to be good, but you just aren’t.”
At this stage of the tale it sounds sweet, a description of a little girl full of mischief and adventure. We read of family holidays at the bach, a colourful cast of adults coming and going, and an entrepreneurial streak that saw little Ruth breeding mice and selling them to schoolmates until the nuns at her Catholic school decreed it inappropriate.