You had me from the start with your characters

You were breaking through all kinds of literary barriers

Chapter one was a sprint through a captivating plot

What would happen next was my every thought

An unsolved crime mixed with a missing child

Family and professional tensions

All a little wild

Enter one who raises the stakes

Blue eyes, dark hair and of course a doctor – to make every female reader faint

Hypothetically, that is

Because remember it’s fiction

Until she reads about the kiss

And anyone can fill the picture in

Can we go back to the plot

To the mystery and the day-to-day

Because, what was I reading? For a minute I forgot

Can I go back a few pages or rewrite what I think’s best

Those two sisters in the house are a mess

I’m not sure I can finish the story

I want to undo those two girls’ mistakes

Because the sheep is not what you think

He’s disguised

How does fiction make me look at my own life

I don’t like the smut

It’s like walking around in a field explosives

The wounds of friends hit closest

I put it down and step out

Look at my life

Who holds the clout

Is there poison in the gateau

Are kind actions just a show

It’s hard to tell but the fiction reminds me

To tread lightly and look around

To stick to the plot and to enjoy the mystery