I am the stumbling, stubborn belief that one word becomes two and one foot in front of the other. I am every man who has ever hurt me, and the promise we’ve only got to get it right once. I am all that has yet to happen and the hope that it’ll be worth the wait.

One of the reasons I love blogs so much is that they have led me to discover some brilliant writing by women. Places I Stopped On The Way Home by Meg Fee is one such example. I stumbled across Meg’s blog, the wild and wily ways of a Brunette “Bombshell”, last year and felt compelled to read the entire blog. When Meg announced that she had published an ebook the decision to purchase it was a no-brainer.

Places I Stopped On The Way Home is a collection of essays about Meg’s time in New York and the men who have affected her life; some for the better, some for the worse, but all of them taught her something about herself.

I read Places I Stopped On The Way Home in one sitting, but it won’t be my last. These are essays I will return to. These are essays that made me feel like I was there, like I was standing in Meg’s shoes. I laughed. I cried. I felt frustrated. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I felt hope.

In the age of blogs, social media and the personal essay Places I Stopped On The Way Home gets the balance between personal and private right. It doesn’t feel like oversharing because it isn’t. It is full of beauty, vulnerability, questioning, love, realisation and acceptance.

Places I Stopped On The Way Home may be one woman’s outlook on life, but it will leave you wanting to make the most of yours.