I enjoy Helen Forrester's autobiographical books, but find the novels heavy going: they don't come across quite as well, I think. This one is quite enthralling for the first half, telling of Peggy's marriage to an Indian. I found Peggy's ordeals a bit too easy - she doesn't seem to have to prove herself in her new home. The real trouble starts towards the end, where suddenly the story seems to have shifted away from the first person to some third person viewpoint,I thought for a moment I must have the wrong tape at this point, it just seemed to be going on about completely different characters. I'd like to have seen Peggy develop as a character, have children, go back home - the story could have been a bit more challenging and earthy, but nonetheless not too bad.