Blueberry is a heart-warming debut novel about starting over, as a little blueberry orchard in the hills offers one woman the chance to change her life forever . . .

'I wish I could crawl inside the pages of this book and live there.' TONI JORDAN

'All the ingredients of a satisfying country story are nestled in this heart-warming tale.' AUSTRALIAN WOMEN'S WEEKLY

Greer O’Reilly needs to start over. Her professional success belies private sadness and domestic overload. She’s torn between her career and motherhood. Her partner of twelve years has left her. And up ahead is her new home - a beautiful though neglected blueberry orchard in the hills of north-east Victoria.

But when she and her six-year-old daughter Sophie arrive at the property to take possession, there’s an unforeseen complication - the former owner, 81-year-old artist and jazz lover Charlie Chandler, refuses to move out. Charlie is dying and desperate to spend his last days in his old home.

With Greer at the beginning of her new life, and Charlie at the end of his, the unlikely pair soon form a close bond. One that will offer the strength and inspiration Greer needs – because the next twelve months will either make or break her . . .

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9780143782032

January 3, 2017

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9780143782049

January 3, 2017

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Extract

When I left the apartment it was early dusk, that perfect moment when the light appears mauve. I loved this time of day, although I was often indoors and missed it. Someone had dropped a pizza box on the ground near the Japanese maple, red leaves had fallen inside. I looked up to my window – the curtain was still open but the light was now on. But it was all right to leave, so I turned away.

Along the footpath, a fit-looking man in his mid-fifties wearing a dark suit waved at me. He watched me approach and opened the back door of a car in sync with my arrival. Michael was waiting for me on the far side of the backseat, looking like he usually did – serious and slightly preoccupied. The radio was on and a football commentator was raving over the noise of the crowd.