I’m all reviewed out . After a while I just can’t think of anything  to say.  The final review I’m writing is a collection by Maria McCarthy in aid of Macmillan cancer research.  That it is in aid of  a charity in no way diminishes the work which is excellent. She is a local girl and it’s rather nice reading about local areas such as Conyer and Faversham. She writes the kind of poetry I love rooted in a the every day full of domestic references .  It’s the kind of writing that makes me want to write . I’m never sure why this happens, possibly because the poems evoke similar memories or inspire ideas . Whatever the effect I’m very glad of it.