Yet another book about a character coming to terms with her family’s past, but no less enjoyable for all that. I’d chosen the book for its interesting and attractive cover – yes, covers do matter – and was soon engrossed in Maggie’s story. She’s an engaging character, a real live-wire, now in her forties. We’re in Sydney a couple of decades ago and Maggie’s at work where she fields calls from viewers for a television channel. She’s interrupted by a phone call from her brother Lucas with the news that her adoptive mother is dead.

The news is a shock, but not because of grief, but rather because it reminds Maggie of her terrible childhood. Lucas also reveals that he has found some documents about Maggie’s birthmother, but she’s reluctant to go down that path, aware that the woman gave her up when she was two, and that makes two mothers that were unable to love her. The book follows Maggie’s eventual decision to find out more about her origins and the journey that takes her.

When Maggie’s not at work at the station, she also has a job as a part-time teacher aide, which she loves and has a talent for. She’s particularly good with troubled children, seeing in them the need for connection that she had missed out on. You can’t help thinking what a terrific mother she’d have been herself.

I loved the character of Maggie, who really carries the novel. She’s madly enthusiastic for cooking – there’s lots of delicious food described – and when she’s unhappy, goes fishing, whatever the hour. I particularly loved her dog, a pointer called Brian, who strikes me as one of the best literary dogs I’ve met.

She drove to Rodd Point and parked by the water, then set herself up on the stone sea wall with Brian locked by her side. The water was inky and changing in the moonlight. She wore a small head torch and it lit up her hands, the fishing line, the ledge where she sat with her legs dangling over its edge.
It occurred to her that she’d come here to scream. To scream and scream and not be heard. But there was someone else. A little further along a man stood on one of the small rocky ledges in front of the wall. Fishing as she was. Alone and quiet as she was.
So instead she held one finger on the line waiting for movement and worked to fend off despair. Her chest rose and fell, water lapped. Brian lay beside her with his head resting on her leg.

Maggie also bonds with her TV channel co-worker Anna, who has her own mother-related subplot. As an Englishwoman having settled in Australia, Anna desperately misses her family back home – particularly her mother. This mother is the opposite of Maggie’s mother, the two phoning each other most days, while Anna’s own home life revolves around children and family.

The story reveals some sad truths about Australia’s immigration history – particularly the difficulties European migrants found adjusting to life in Australia, often carrying the burden of their wartime experiences. Maggie’s experiences in institutional care as a troublesome child also make for sobering reading. In the Author’s Note at the back of the story, more of this is explained plus that this book is inspired by the life of the author’s friend.

But the overall feel of the book is uplifting, a feel-good read due to the empathy Dianne Yarwood creates for her characters, even the not very nice ones. There’s wisdom and humour as well, and maybe it was a little too feel-good for me, but you can’t help wanting a happy ending for someone who has had so much sorrow. Margaret, Are You Leaving? is a three-and-half star read from me.