Cherie Blair's unconventional childhood was full of drama. Abandoned by her father at an early age, she was raised by her mother and grandmother. They instilled in her a fierce sense of justice, along with the indomitable Scouse spirit and humour that has often served her well, and occasionally landed her in trouble.
The first in her family to attend university, Cherie became a highly successful barrister in a profession not used to encouraging working-class women. When she met and fell in love with Tony Blair, she had no idea that her life would take an even more remarkable turn.
The first British prime minister's wife to have a serious career, she found herself in a new and challenging role in the public eye. In Speaking for Myself, she describes for the first time what it was like to combine this role with life as a working mother.
A warm, intimate, and often very funny portrait of a family living in extraordinary circumstances, Speaking for Myself is as lively, frank, and insightful as its author.
and what in fact is revealed is Ms Blair's deeply unpleasant and spiteful nature. I was rather hoping to be dis-abused of this notion by this book but if anything it just strengthened that impression. This is a woman who comes across as completely self absorbed and rather hateful. Her obvious delight in shaming others is repellent (as in an account of Gordon Brown getting locked in a lavatory) and you feel after this book as though you have been in the company of someone who is definately on the dark side of the spectrum of human kind. Not an edifying experience.
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Meandering self-justification from a mere bystander during the Blair years. Dull and uninteresting - this plodding tome will be of interest to few with a serious interest in the politics of the era.
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