I love Martha Long and eagerly anticipated this book's release! None of her subsequent books has touched me as deeply as 'Ma, He Sold Me For A Few Cigarettes', the best book I've ever read, not just by Martha, but by anyone...and I've read a lot of books in my time! However, along with 'Ma, I've Got Meself Locked Up In The Madhouse', I find Martha's latest offering disappointing. Much as I love reading Martha's books, I did feel that it was time to bring her story to its conclusion, and I had thought and hoped - in vain - she would do this in 'Ma, I've Reached For The Moon An I'm Hittin The Stars'. It now feels like Martha is trying to stretch her tale over too many titles. There have been times while reading the latest two books that I have actually felt bored... :/ They have lacked pace and have seemed repetitive. This effort, to my mind, almost felt like Martha's attempt at a Mills & Boon novel. I know she was trying to portray her deep attachment to Ralph and vice versa, but this book felt like a blow-by-blow account of their protestations of love for each other interspersed with romantic romps. Like another reviewer, I tired of meal and clothing descriptions! I also wondered at some points whether Martha and Ralph were a couple of raging alcoholics! I know they were in France but even the French can't possibly have put away as much as these two did! I also felt the ending of this book was rushed... To sum up, I'm getting frustrated. I know Martha went on to have two more children. Were they Ralph's, Sergei's or some one else's? If the next installment isn't the final piece in the jigsaw I won't be reading any more Martha Long books. Hope you're listening, Martha!