The death of my beautiful German Shepherd Phoenix earlier this week means I'm looking for books at the moment that distract, and to be honest I wasn't convinced I wanted to read My Life by the wife of Carl Williams - Roberta. Tied up with the gangland wars in Melbourne, Roberta was married to Carl at a time when he became one of the most prolific killers in Melbourne's history. This book is very much told in her own voice, but more on that when I get a chance to put some semi-coherent comments together.
From the Blurb:
When the hitman hiding in Roberta Williams' roof confessed that he couldn't kill her, she knew she had to get herself and her kids out of the bloodiest battle the Australian underworld had ever known.
Opening LInes:
First things first: my name is Roberta Williams. Some people call me Bert. A few call me Billy. No-one calls me Bobby. You might think you know me because you have seen me on TV on the news or in the cartoon, Underbelly. But you don't know me.