I adore Alexandra Fuller’s previous memoirs: Don’t Lets Go to the Dogs Tonight; Scribbling the Cat and Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness in which she describes growing up in a war-torn Rhodesia with her wonderfully eccentric family. Her latest memoir expands on her family, her bizarre collection of ancestors and her marriage to Charlie Ross during the last 16 years. She analyses the relationships she has with those closest to her, including her much-loved southern Africa and their impact on her; her own shortcomings and the various life-changing decisions she has made. Her observations are direct, honest, at times funny; at times sad. This is a beautifully written, intelligent and endearing quest for self-knowledge and peace.