I’m delighted to part of the launch celebrations for Every Colour of You by Amelia Mandeville and would like to thank the lovely folk at Midas PR for inviting me to take part. It’s a real privilege to be starting off the tour.
I had hoped to have a review to share today but sadly postie didn’t bring the book in time (along with at least another 7 missing books that I am aware of) so my review will be later on! However, I do have an extract from the very beginning of Every Colour of You to share so I’m excited about that and even better, Amelia dropped by to tell me about the book.
Staying in with Amelia Mandeville
Hi Amelia. Thanks for staying in with me. Tell me, which of your books have you brought along to share this evening and why have you chosen it?
I have brought my debut novel, Every Colour Of You. It is a really exciting and nerve-racking time. The book means a lot to me.
(I bet! Congratulations.)
What can we expect from an evening in with Every Colour Of You?
I think you can expect an evening of multiple emotions, laughing, crying, being angry, happy, sad. Hopefully you will be going on a journey with Tristan and Zoe, as they do. It’s been said to break your heart, and put it back together again, and hopefully it does. But hopefully for all the right reasons.
This is one of my favourite reviews ❤
I mean the blurb had me but the words on the pages well and truly stole my heart.
Told from dual POV, we meet both Zoe and Tristan aka Tree.
Zoe is someone who tries to keep a positive outlook on life, and she is a friend you most definitely want in your life, not that Tristan realises it when fate first throws them together.
Tristan is Zoe’s opposite, suffering with depression, he is most definitely not optimistic.
But as a friendship blooms and outlooks change, you come to realise that as happy as Zoe is, she’s hiding a secret, honestly you won’t manage to guess what it is but it strikes without warning.
A story that is both heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once (yes, it is possible).
Extremely poignant, I challenge you to read this and not then reflect on what you are doing in your own lives.
Have the tissues to hand, expect tears and be ready to have a massive book hangover.
This novel is a must read.
(I’m not surprised you’re happy with that response Amelia!)
What else have you brought along and why?
I have brought a disposable camera, sharpies, hair dye, and of course I’ll be drawing smiley faces on anything and everything.
No, not the walls again! Seriously. Congratulations on your debut Amelia and I wish you every success.
Every Colour of You
What happens when someone who lives every day to the full meets someone who can only see reasons to stop living?
We had a story – short, but not a simple one. I couldn’t stay here and explain it all to you. If you really want to know, you’ll have to take time out of your day.
You’ll have to read it…
Zoe’s life is full of colour. A fan of impromptu yoga, inspirational quotes and experimenting with hair dye, she’s on a mission to make the most of each and every day – even if she is currently spending most of her time behind a checkout till.
Then she meets Tristan. The rumour is that since his dad died, Tristan’s life has fallen apart. No one has seen him for months. But now he’s reappeared, does that mean he’s back to ‘normal’?
Zoe soon realises Tristan is struggling with a sadness that she can’t possibly understand and becomes determined to bring a world of colour back into his life. But the harder she tries, the more she realises it’s something she can’t fix – and in trying to put him back together, a part of her is beginning to fall apart. . .
Published by Sphere, an imprint of Little Brown, on 15th November 2018, Every Colour of You is available for purchase through these links.
An Extract from Every Colour of You by Amelia Mandeville
I turn towards Lucy. I’m having to look down at her because she’s about five foot nothing. Lucy is pretty, so I can only imagine how pretty she looks when she’s out of the nurse’s uniform. She stops by the door, opens it and stares up at me. ‘You got everything?’ she says. ‘These past few weeks have gone so quickly. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating your birthday.’
I feel my forehead crease. I wish she wouldn’t remind me of my age. It’s safe to say that turning twenty-two here was not a personal highlight. How many twenty-two-year-olds are in a situation like mine?
I was allowed out on my birthday. Luke and I went to Winter Wonderland. It’s something we used to do every year, with Dad – that’s what happens when you have a December birthday. It was okay, if a bit strange. I grew out of it, years ago.
But today, I don’t know how I feel about leaving. This time, I won’t becoming back. I’ve had my assessment – Luke and I had a meeting with Dr Lawn a couple of days ago – so it’s real, and has been for a couple of days; but somehow it’s only just hit me, and now I feel strange. I don’t like it.
‘We’re going to miss you,’ Lucy says with another soft smile.
I wonder how many times she has said that to the other mentally unstable dickheads like me. ‘Yeah,’ I reply. I’m not going to say, ‘I’ll miss you, too’ because, honestly, I won’t. She was a good nurse, but that was her job. And now she will be a good nurse to the next guy. She’s getting paid for this shit.
‘You’ve done so well, Tristan, we’re proud of you,’ she says, reaching up and placing a hand on my shoulder. I look at her hand as she holds it there. I’m not proud. I haven’t changed. The only way that I’m different now is that I’ve learned the way to do things, the right things to say, the right way to act. I’ve got the hang of the game. Yes, I am cheating, but if it means I win, it’s okay, isn’t it?
And it’s not that I’ve given up; leaving this place doesn’t mean I’m going to jump off a bridge. This place might not have fixed me, but I still want to try to change. In fact, I’m going to change. I’m going to change for Luke, for Dad, maybe even for the people here, like Lucy, too. But I don’t want to be in this place any more. I can’t be in this place any more.
Lucy’s attention is diverted at the sound of an alarm. It’s coming from her waistband, where a small plastic device is flashing. Her pager. ‘Shit,’ she mutters as she looks down at it to see which room is calling for her help. ‘Not again.’ She looks at the door in front of us that leads towards reception, which she’d just started to open, then back at me, then at her fob, and then at me again. ‘I bet that’s Russ. Okay, I’ve got to run, Tristan,’ she says, already heading back the way we came, down the corridor to the ward. ‘I will be back, I promise. Just stay here.’ She motions to the plastic seats lining the wall.
‘But I’ve got to—’
‘I’ll be right back to sign you out. I promise. I just really need to help with this,’ she says, as the door in front of me swings shut again. My freedom being slammed in my face.
There’s no point arguing. I nod my head.
So with one more smile, Lucy legs it down the corridor to help restrain whichever poor sod is losing it right now.
I turn back towards the door in front of me, and my stomach jolts as I notice a green light. The door didn’t lock this time. Lucy didn’t fully close it. And now that the option is there, it’s tempting. I can get to the reception by myself, can’t I? The decision to send me home has been made and it’s not like I need to be chaperoned. I don’t need to be looked after.
I look back to the green light again. What does green mean? Surely green means good, as in, Good idea, Tristan. No, wait – green means go.
(And now you can see why I’m so frustrated by postie! I’ll be reading and reviewing Every Colour of You just as soon as I can!)
About Amelia Mandeville
Amelia Mandeville has been creating stories and characters in her head ever since she can remember. When there became too many, she started to write them down. Now 21, Amelia is the debut author of Every Colour of You, publishing in November. Besides getting lost in the stories she’s written, Amelia spends her time attempting to bake, dyeing her hair and vlogging for the YouTube channel she shares with her sister, Grace – the aptly named The Mandeville Sisters.
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