Joy Wodhams

Me, Dingo and Sibelius Joy Wodhams

Charlie sees herself as the ugly duckling in her glamorous family, the one that's nearly but not quite. "I imagine one of those cabinets with lots of drawers of various sizes. The sort you keep collections in. Jewellery, shells, dead butterflies. All tucked away. And that's us. Top drawer, the biggest, that would be Georgie, the prize butterfly. Rosie and Daisy next. Then Dad, in a special velvet lined drawer just above Ricky. And down at the bottom, tossed into one of the tiniest drawers, me. A small brown moth, my drawer hardly ever opened."Can a £1 million inheritance change her?"What am I doing? I'm just an ordinary person who's never handled anything larger than a twenty pound note, never had a job that demanded any special skills, never had a home of her own, never even travelled further than the Isle of Man or, once, to Dublin." A feel-good, romantic novel about self-perception and courage.