Ruth Shaw runs a tiny bookshop in Manapouri. This isn't a Shawn Bythell like memoir about life in the bookshop, although it does feature amusing stories of characters who visit, it's more a moving, charming and chatty memoir about the fantastically colourful life Ruth led before she owned the bookshop. She was born in the 1940s, and has lived a very full life in NZ, Australia and at sea around the South Pacific and Indonesia, and writes with a great deal of charm and emotion, it's funny, eccentric and extremely moving. This will be extremely well, deservedly so.