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|author=Pamela O'Cuneen
|title=Hummingbirds in My Hair: Adventures of a Diplomatic Wife in the Caribbean
|rating=4
|genre=Autobiography
|summary=Pamela O'Cuneen was what is known in the business as a 'diplomatic wife': the spouse of a diplomat sent abroad to represent his country. It's generally unpaid and extremely hard work - I've always thought of it as one of the original BOGOF deals. When we first meet Pamela she and her husband, KJ, have been transferred from their beloved Africa to Suriname, or ''Suri-where?'' as people always responded when it was mentioned to them. It ''used'' to be Dutch Guyana on the Caribbean coast of South America and there are few people who would think of it in terms of a holiday destination.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0704373637</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=Hitler's Last Witness: The Memoirs of Hitler's Bodyguard
|summary=I’ve maintained for a long time that I’ll read anything, if it’s well-enough written. So it was with this fascinating memoir, even though it’s a year in the life of an amateur pianist, and I don’t play the piano – or indeed a note of music. I couldn’t even have placed the name Alan Rusbridger in his professional role before I read the book. A quick browse through the first couple of pages on Amazon revealed that the author could indeed tell a clear story: it is his stock-in-trade as Editor of the Guardian. And the book duly held me through a messy, interrupted week of bedtime reading.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0099554747</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=Born in Siberia
|author=Tamara Astafieva, Michael Darlow and Debbie Slater
|rating=4.5
|genre=Autobiography
|summary=I tend to shy away from reviewing book titles, but this time it seems appropriate – here it's a title that doesn't tell you the half of the story. As much as Tamara Astafieva was born in Siberia, and returned there several times, for many different reasons and with many very different outcomes, this is much more of a picture of the Soviet Union as we in Britain think of it – Moscow, a bit of Saint Petersburg, and little else. That's not a fault – and again it's not half of the story. The story here is so complex, so rich with detail and incident, and itself came about in such an unusual way, that any summary of the book has its work cut out in defining its many qualities.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>0704373343</amazonuk>
}}