Today, although it isn’t a Sunday, I am doing a post
in honour of the publication (today!) of Rhoda Baxter’s latest release, Please
Release Me…no, no, it’s all right, that’s the title, I offered to do it, she’s
not standing behind me with a gun or anything.
Besides, it’s a great book and anything I can do to help it out on its
way in the big wide world…just realised that makes me sound a bit like a
midwife. A book midwife.
Anyway. First
off, here’s the link to buy, and the blurb, to whet your appetites..
The
blurb:
What if
you could only watch as your bright future slipped away from you?
Sally
Cummings has had it tougher than most but, if nothing else, it’s taught her to
grab opportunity with both hands. And, when she stands looking into the eyes of
her new husband Peter on her perfect wedding day, it seems her life is finally
on the up.
That is
until the car crash that puts her in a coma and throws her entire future into
question.
In the
following months, a small part of Sally’s consciousness begins to return,
allowing her to listen in on the world around her – although she has no way to
communicate.
But Sally
was never going to let a little thing like a coma get in the way of her happily
ever after …
To
further whet you, Rhoda has given me some ‘prompts’ to write about. One of the themes of Please Release Me is people being stuck, so the prompts are as follows:
1. The thing I’m stuck on now…
Reading. I need to read more books before my bed is
subsumed under the huge pile of paperbacks leaning against it. One morning I am going to be buried, trapped
beneath my duvet and unable to get out until I read my way clear of the pile. Trouble is, I used to read one or two books a
day. I always had one on the go upstairs (for reading in bed) and one
downstairs (for reading whilst cooking, hoovering etc and yes, you can read and
hoover. You miss bits of both, but it
never really matters). My brain thinks I
still read two books a day and buys
accordingly. I don’t like to tell it
that I’m down to a book every few weeks, it might sulk.
2. If I could be stuck anywhere
(with anyone)…
I’m torn on this one. The answer is either…a desert
island with interesting Bronze Age remains and Tony Robinson – and yes, I know
desert islands are highly unlikely to have Bronze Age remains, unless it’s an
island off the coast of Scotland or something, and therefore not really desert,
but then, with Tony, keeping our woollies on will probably be for the best. Or.. a desert island with interesting Bronze
Age remains and Tom Hiddleston. What? He’s
got a double first in Classics, you know. The cuteness is merely an interesting
side-effect.
3. Stickers
No. Just.
No. I have three daughters, all of whom
have passed (at least once) through the ‘sticker’ stage. And unless you’ve tried to prise 141 cartoon
pony stickers off the headboard of a pine bunk bed (top deck, naturally), because
your daughter has decided they are babyish and she wants to replace them with
141 stickers of Thor and his Giant Hammer, you cannot comment.
And, how
come those stickers stick so viciously?
What do they use? Because my calendar falls off my wall at least three
times a week…maybe I should stick it up with 141 cartoon ponies…
1 comment:
I used to have 'This belongs to Alison' stickers. I stuck them on EVERYTHING (or at least everything my sister hadn't already got a 'This belongs to Helen' sticker on.) My mother was not impressed. And yes - they were horrendous to try to get off.
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