This book was both a good historical whodunit, and an insight into the lives of women in Melbourne’s early colonial days. To some degree it was based on the author’s family history which gave it an authenticity that can be lacking in some historical fiction books. Independent Australia doesn’t often offer fiction books for review so the opportunity to read it was a refreshing change from some of the non-fiction tomes I’ve previously put up my hand for, and which I have to hope won’t prove to be too dense, academic or tough to read in what are the tough times we’re already living in. They could get depessing. Sometimes fiction is what’s needed and The Butterfly Women delivered – despite crime novels not being my favourite genre.
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