My Dad bought me this, clearly spotting a connection between Judith O'Reilly's situation and mine. We moved to Norway two years ago, two children and eleven animals in tow and took on a small farm where the only accommodation was a tiny one bedroom cabin, proceeding to build a house, learn the language and wonder why Norwegians don't have proper sausages.
O' Reilly's book is based on the blog of her move to Northumberland, with two toddlers and one on the way. Emotional tension is created by the fact that it is Mr O'Reilly that wants the relocation, but Mrs O'Reilly who ends up spending most of her time in their new home. She is lonely, misses her friends, suffers the stresses of being alone with small children and having building work done and finds it hard to adapt from city dwelling to her new rural lifestyle.
Whether you like this book or not will depend very largely on whether you identify with O'Reilly and her experiences. She writes amusingly and well, but the content is, naturally, a bit limited. There are the "lego in the soup" bits, the "heyoop tha's a city lass" anecdotes and "how did we get ourselves into this mess" breast beating as various domestic crises strike. If you've been there, as I have, it's addictive, if you haven't you might find it slightly pointless.