Location, A Guest Post by Daisy James, Author of There’s Something About Cornwall

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I’m so pleased to welcome lovely Daisy James back to Linda’s Book Bag today to celebrate her latest novel There’s Something About CornwallThere’s Something About Cornwall was published by HQ Digital, an imprint of Harper Collins, on 8th March 2017 and is available for purchase here.

In celebration, Daisy has a giveaway to win a book on the history of the much-loved, iconic camper van, a mug and a coaster and you can find out how to enter at the bottom of Daisy’s guest post.

There’s Something About Cornwall

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A knight in a shining camper van!

Life is far from picture perfect for food photographer Emilie Roberts. Not only has her ex-boyfriend cheated on her, he’s also stolen her dream assignment to beautiful Venice! Instead, Emilie is heading to the Cornish coast…

Emilie doesn’t think it can get any worse – until disaster strikes on the very first day! And there’s only one man to rescue this damsel in distress: extremely hunky surfing instructor Matt Ashby.

Racing from shoot to shoot in a bright orange vintage camper van, Matt isn’t the conventional knight in shining armour – but can he make all of Emilie’s fairy-tale dreams come true?

Location!

A Guest Post by Daisy James

First of all, a huge thank you for featuring my brand new release – There’s Something About Cornwall – on your blog.

Location is always very important to me when I’m writing. It’s almost as though it’s another character that requires just as much attention, just as much crafting, as any other. My first novel – The Runaway Bridesmaid – was set in New York. I enjoyed an amazing trip there a couple of years ago, for a milestone birthday, except, instead of spending five exhilarating days taking in the sights, because of Hurricane Sandy we ended up being there for eleven. Everywhere was closed, even the Broadway shows, so I grabbed a pen and some paper and started writing and my first published novel was born.

When I began researching my fourth book, I wanted my characters to have a fabulous backdrop for their story, so it had to be Cornwall. The scenery is so beautiful and diverse, not to mention the fact that the sun always seems to be shining. There’s Something About Cornwall follows Emilie Roberts, a food photographer, who takes a culinary road trip around the whole county as she works on a photoshoot for a celebrity TV chef working on her next cookery book.

Emilie’s epic journey starts in Padstow where she meets Matt at a beach party. He becomes a last-minute replacement driver for an orange-and-cream vintage campervan they’ve nicknamed The Satsuma Splittie. There’s plenty of stops along the way and lots of baking and tasting of the delicious Cornish food that is being photographed.

I wanted to showcase not only the local recipes, but also the wide array of artisan beverages that Cornwall is famous for. So, in Truro, they visit an apple orchard where Emilie photographs the Cornish Cyder Cake and Apple and Caramel Loaf, but they also indulge in a few pints of the local Scrumpy.

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Apple & Caramel Loaf

During my research, I was amazed to find that vineyards flourish on south-facing slopes and fabulous white and rosé wine is produced in Cornwall. The county is also the only place in England that grows tea – Tregothnan Tea – it offers a whole new meaning to the label English Breakfast tea!

I also came across the Southwestern Distillery (click here for details), run by Tarquin Leadbetter, which produces not only Cornish Gin but also Cornish Pastis. The pastis is a modern take on the classic French aperitif and the first of its kind created in the UK. It is made with gorse flowers foraged from the Atlantic clifftops and fresh orange zest finished off with a touch of liquorice root. Tarquin also grows his own Devon violets for use in his Tarquin’s Gin.

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I hope readers will enjoy escaping to our southernmost county when they read There’s Something About Cornwall.

Giveaway

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For a chance to win a book on the history of the much-loved, iconic camper van, a mug and a coaster, just follow Daisy James on Twitter and retweet the pinned tweet. The prize will be drawn on 31st March 2017 (UK only).

About Daisy James

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Daisy James is a Yorkshire girl transplanted to the north east of England. She loves writing stories with strong heroines and swift-flowing plotlines. When not scribbling away in her peppermint-and-green summerhouse (garden shed), she spends her time sifting flour and sprinkling sugar and edible glitter. Her husband and young son were willing samplers of her baking creations which were triple-tested for her debut novel, The Runaway Bridesmaid. She loves gossiping with friends over a glass of something pink and fizzy or indulging in a spot of afternoon tea – china plates and teacups are a must.

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You can follow Daisy on Twitter, find her on Facebook and find all Daisy’s books here.

Keep Me Safe by Daniela Sacerdoti

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I’m so grateful to the team at Headline for an advanced reader copy of Keep Me Safe by Daniela Sacerdoti in return for an honest review. Keep Me Safe is the first in a new series of books set on Seal Island.

Keep Me Safe will be published by Headline Review on 6th April 2017 and is available for pre-order by following the publisher links here.

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When Anna’s partner walks away from their relationship, she is shattered. But it is her little girl Ava who takes it hardest of all. The six year old falls silent for three days. When she does speak, her words are troubling. Ava wants to go home. To a place called Seal. To her other mother.

Anna knows to unravel the mystery she must find Seal and take Ava there. She hopes this tiny island will unlock her daughter’s memories. But could it also offer a new life… and unexpected love… for Anna too?

My Review of Keep Me Safe

When Toby tells his six year old daughter Ava he’s leaving she goes in to shock and doesn’t speak. Three days later she speaks again, asking for her other mother – not Anna, the woman who gave birth to her.

Ooh. I really enjoyed Keep Me Safe. Although I’m not usually keen on multiple first person perspectives I thought the different voices in Keep Me Safe were very well defined and distinct so that I could keep the individuals perfectly clear in my mind. I found the characters realistic and believable and rather wish there was a Sorren in my life too!

I loved the premise for the narrative and found the plotting exciting and captivating. When I wasn’t reading Keep Me Safe I was thinking about it. I was frustrated by Anna’s reluctance to confide in others and kept wanting to read on to see what might happen next and whether she would reveal quite what Ava was going through. As well as enjoying the mystery behind Ava’s words, Keep Me Safe also made me consider memory and human connection very deeply and wonder if the brain can accommodate far more than we yet understand.

The themes of second sight, the supernatural, nature, family, loyalty and love were woven together in a spell-binding way that made me reluctant to tear myself away so that I’m thrilled to find this is the first in a new series. I definitely want to read more and part of the reason for this is Seal itself. Daniela Sacerdoti has such an exquisite touch when it comes to creating settings that I could picture Seal perfectly. The capricious weather, the scent of salt on the air, the effect of moonlight were all so well described I felt as if I was on Seal too.

If you’re looking for a story that will transport you to another place, for characters who will captivate you and you’ll care about and a narrative that is exciting and emotional Keep Me Safe is exactly what you’re after. I highly recommend it.

About Daniela Sacerdoti

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Daniela Sacerdoti writes beautiful, haunting and bestselling fiction for adults (the Glen Avich series), young adults (the Sarah Midnight trilogy) and children. Over one million copies of her novels have been sold in eBook, her debut novel Watch Over Me was the 8th bestselling Kindle book of all time in 2015 and she was also ranked as the 11th top-selling Kindle author. Her novels have been translated in twelve languages. Born and raised in Italy, Daniela studied Classics, then lived in Scotland for fourteen years, where she married and taught in a primary school. She has also written for the BBC. Daniela, her husband and their two sons make their home in a tiny village in the Italian Alps.

You can follow Daniela on Twitter, visit her website

Spotlighting Sheryl Browne

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I’m doing things slightly differently today on Linda’s Book Bag and spotlighting lovely Sheryl Browne, but getting her to do all the hard work! Sheryl has two fabulous new books out now; After She’s Gone and Sins of the Father which are Books One and Two in the DI Matthew Adams series and she’s going to tell us all about them and share an extract with us.

All Sheryl’s books are available for purchase here.

Spotlighting Sheryl Browne

Hi Linda,

Thank you for spotlighting me! I promise not to break into a song and dance act. Rather, I thought I would share a little bit about my psychological thrillers After She’s Gone and Sins of the Father. As these are Books One and Two in the DI Matthew Adams series, I hope you won’t mind me sharing BOTH Blurbs, along with the prologue to Book One, which I hope might be tempting. I’ll try not to take up to much space with boring facts about me, other than to answer a question I’m frequently asked.

Q: Why do you write psychological thrillers.

A: Apparently I have a scary insight into the mind of a psychopath. Thank you Rachel at Rachel’s Random Reads. I’m flattered … I think.

Without further ado, the blurbs:

Are you ready to take an all-consuming journey into the mind of a madman?

After She’s Gone

Sins of the Father

They will eat you and spit you back out.

View the trailer here.

After She’s Gone

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He’s killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?

There’s evil and then there’s Patrick Sullivan. A drug dealer, pimp and murderer, there are no depths to which Patrick would not sink, and Detective Inspector Matthew Adams has found this out in the most devastating way imaginable.

When Patrick’s brother is shot dead in a drug bust gone wrong, the bitter battle between the two men intensifies, and Matthew finds it increasingly difficult to hold the moral high ground. All he wants is to make the pimping scum suffer the way he did … the way Lily did.

But being at war with such a depraved individual means that it’s not just Matthew who’s in danger. Patrick has taken a lot from Matthew, but he hasn’t taken everything – and now he wants everything.

Sins of the Father

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What if you’d been accused of one of the worst crimes imaginable?

Detective Inspector Matthew Adams is slowly picking up the pieces from a case that nearly cost him the lives of his entire family and his own sanity too. On the surface, he seems to be moving on, but he drinks to forget – and when he closes his eyes, the nightmares still come.

But the past is the past – or is it? Because the evil Patrick Sullivan might be out of the picture, but there’s somebody who is just as intent on making Matthew’s life hell, and they’re doing it in the cruelest way possible.

When Matthew finds himself accused of a horrific and violent crime, will his family stand by him? And will he even be around to help when his new enemy goes after them as well?

An Extract from After She’s Gone

Prologue

‘Oi, you can’t park there!’ a police officer yelled as Matthew mounted the kerb, careering his car haphazardly to a stop on the pavement.

His gut twisting violently inside him, his head reeling, Matthew ignored him, ramming his door open instead to scramble from the car and set off at a run.

‘What the …?’

Vaguely aware of the man giving chase, Matthew kept going, attempting to push past another officer closing in in front of him, only to be caught from behind.

‘Whoa. Come on, mate, you need to get back.’ Taking hold of his arm, the officer behind attempted to steer him away. ‘There’s been an accident up ahead. We need to clear—’

‘Shit, it’s Adams.’ The officer in front intervened.

‘Who?’ The man still hanging on to his arm asked.

‘Detective Inspector Adams,’ the officer in front supplied warily. ‘Let him through.’

Stumbling forwards as the guy behind relaxed his grip, his legs like dead weights beneath him, Matthew forced himself on, bypassing other officers, who now stood respectfully aside.

His wife was with her. Matthew swallowed back a hard knot in his throat. She was crouched over her, holding her impossibly small hand in her own. She didn’t look up. Rebecca kept her gaze focussed on their daughter. His daughter. Matthew felt something break inside him as he took in his baby’s injuries, her broken body, the slow trickle of lifeblood pooling beneath her, staining the drab, grey road crimson.

Please don’t. Matthew prayed hopelessly as he moved closer. Please don’t do this. The world seeming to slow to a stop around him, the use of his legs finally deserting him, Matthew dropped to his knees at the side of the child he’d loved with every fibre of his being ever since he’d first glimpsed her tiny form on the monitor.

‘Hey, Tigerlily,’ he said, his voice cracking as Lily’s eyes fluttered open. Wide blue eyes, once crystal clear with the innocence of childhood, were filled with confusion and pain as she looked pleadingly up at him, silently begging him, her daddy, to fix it. His heart turned over as her lips parted. She wanted to speak. She couldn’t. Please don’t try to speak, baby. Tears he couldn’t hope to hide streaming down his face, Matthew leaned towards her, brushing her blood-matted, beautiful blonde hair gently away from her face. ‘Daddy’s here, darling,’ he choked. ‘It’s going to be just fine.’

Lies. Lies. He screamed inside. It wasn’t going to be fine. It could never be. He couldn’t fix it. How could he let his little girl go knowing he couldn’t? Cradling his baby gently in his arms, Matthew’s heart splintered inside him as he watched her life ebb away.

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They were taking her away in an ambulance. What use was an ambulance? Panic engulfing him, Matthew took a faltering step towards it, and stopped. He couldn’t. Couldn’t ride with her, watch as the warmth drained from her body, her baby-soft skin turning blue and cold. Life fucking extinct.

‘Matthew!’ Rebecca called to him as, his chest heaving, Matthew turned away. Terrified of what he might see in her eyes, he couldn’t turn back. This was his fault. He should have been there. He’d promised to drive them to the cinema. He’d known Patrick Sullivan might make good his threat. He should have been there! A potent mixture of grief and rage broiling inside him, Matthew recalled his last encounter with the sadistic piece of scum with sickening clarity. Sullivan’s expression hadn’t altered when he’d informed him his brother had been an unfortunate casualty in a drug bust gone wrong. Matthew had been surprised. Sullivan’s hatred of him went way back since they were kids in school. Guessing he would hold him personally responsible, Matthew had been bracing himself for Sullivan to reach across the table and attack him right there in the prison interview room. Instead, Sullivan had reached casually for a cigarette. Lighting up, he’d glanced down and scratched his forehead slowly with his thumb.

‘How’s that pretty young wife of yours, DI Adams? Pregnant again, isn’t she?’ he’d enquired eventually, blowing smoke circles into the air as he’d looked back at him. ‘Give her my regards, won’t you?’

Sullivan had then leaned forwards, a twisted smirk on his face, his eyes as black as molasses and swimming with pure evil. ‘I would do it myself, but I’m a bit busy … banged up … in here.’

It had been a threat. Innocent to all ears but Matthew’s, it had been a direct threat. And now, still sitting pretty in prison with a cast iron alibi, Sullivan was no doubt congratulating himself on a job well done, imagining that he’d also succeeded in warning Matthew off pursuing him once he got out. Wrong, you bastard.

About Sheryl Browne

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Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy contemporary fiction and psychological thrillers.

A member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Romantic Novelists’ Association and awarded a Red Ribbon by The Wishing Shelf Book Awards, Sheryl has several books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies, where she completed her MA in Creative Writing.

Recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer, Sheryl’s contemporary fiction comes to you from multi-award winning Choc Lit.

You can find more about and from Sheryl using these links:

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Buy | Buy US | Pinterest

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The Shock of the Old, A Guest Post by Martin White, Author of To Catch the Conscience of the King

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I really enjoy historically based fiction but sadly just don’t have time to read all the books out there. Edward II featured in my A’Level history many moons ago so I’m delighted to welcome Martin White to Linda’s Book Bag today as I asked him to tell us a bit more about To Catch the Conscience of the King.

To Catch the Conscience of the King is published by Di Butrio Books in e-book and paperback, and is available for purchase here.

To Catch the Conscience of the King

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To Catch the Conscience of the King is set against the background of King Edward II’s downfall and is told from the perspective of Brother Stephen, who, as the king’s confessor, sets out to save the royal soul, but instead places his own in jeopardy.

The Shock of the Old

A Guest Post by Martin White

When I went up to Cambridge University in 1972 to study history I found I was obliged to take at least one exam paper relating to the Middle Ages. This did not please me at first. Surely, the only history worthy of study was “modern history”, history no further back than 1750. Surely, I was going to major on subjects relevant to our modern world – the French and American Revolutions, Hitler, the causes of the two World Wars. Well, in the event, I did not major on any of those topics. I did not in fact, major on the Middle Ages, but at least spending two terms studying “Medieval Europe” opened a door, which was later to be of immense significance to me.

Half a lifetime later, when I became a novelist, it was to that door I found myself increasingly drawn. My novel, To Catch the Conscience of the King, in fact relates to the downfall of the English monarch, Edward II, in the fourteenth century. Why so, you may ask? Why go back so very far?

You might as well ask, why travel? Why visit California, Australia, or Timbuktoo? For history, like the globe, is the multifarious backdrop to humanity’s story. If human nature is the most elevated field of study (as we have believed since the Renaissance), and if that nature, as I would contend, is and has been fairly constant, it is its context, varied as between the Gobi Desert and the Amazon, or as between the Stone Age and the Industrial Revolution, which really points it up, really shows it, tests it, in all variety of circumstances. And with history, that context is available at the cost of a book or ebook, rather than that of an air ticket.

Why, for me, though, the medieval period, rather than any other? Jan Huizinga, in his pioneering work, The Waning of the Middle Ages, draws attention to what he calls “The Violent Tenor of Life”. It was a world very different to our own: one of sensory extremes (imagine the fetor of a medieval town, where excrement was thrown into the street, or think of the gaudy colours of medieval clothing, or the teeming environment before its fatal denudation of species began). It was a world of strife, not between nations (they had hardly been invented), but between neighbouring cities and baronies. The mean average age was so low, due to disease and the physical dangers of existence, that society was “adolescent”, much more volatile than our own – even more prone to uprisings and brawling. The aristocracy itself behaved little better than brigands most of the time.

In my novel, I portray the squalor of medieval Hereford, the ritualistic violence of the hanging, drawing and quartering of the king’s favourite, Despenser, the rigours of the monastic life at Blackfriars in Gloucester, and the bizarre sumptuousness of the medieval feast (lamprey cooked with alkanet  in a sauce of its own blood, plus skewered starlings, anybody?). As for character and plot, the world I depict is again one of extremes. Edward’s story, with his incarceration at Kenilworth and Berkeley, the plots and counter-plots to release him, his faked death, his sham state funeral, his escape to Italy – all this is so extraordinary, that only now are historians coming to accept its truth –  in place of the old, but in its own way similarly fantastic story of his murder  by red-hot poker .

If life was violent, so too were the ideas and philosophies it bred. With death everyman’s companion, the proximity of the grave, but also of Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory was a continual obsession. In a Catholic world, individual saints, and above all, the Virgin Mary, were ubiquitous participants, as much in the individual’s daily life as in his ultimate cosmic fate. So important was religion that a whole class of society was devoted to its service, to living a life of study and contemplation (as far removed from the lay world as possible), and to preaching salvation in God’s Kingdom (where all the manifest horrors and injustices of this life would be righted). The central character and narrator of my novel, Brother Stephen, is just such a man of religion. It is through his eyes that we see those horrors, though his ministry that we come to know the complexities and sins of his royal master, and through his growing love for Edward that we come up against the full rigours of medieval religious doctrine, and in particular its loathing and condemnation of “sodomites”.

About Martin White

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Martin White was brought up in Gloucestershire, living both in Stroud and Gloucester, before attending Cambridge University in the 1970s. Despite taking an MA in History, he turned to law for a profession, and became a partner in law firm Pinsent Curtis. Having retired early, he has begun a second career as a novelist, and for subject matter has returned to historical themes. He lives in Sutton Coldfield in the West Midlands.

You can find Martin on Facebook and follow him on Twitter.

An Interview with Jane Wilson-Howarth, Author of Himalayan Kidnap

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It gives me great pleasure to welcome Jane Wilson-Howarth, author of the children’s book Himalayan Adventures, to Linda’s Book Bag today.

Published by Eifrig, Himalayan Kidnap is available for purchase in paperback here.

Himalayan Kidnap

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When sixteen year old Alex’s parents ask him to deliver a mysterious package to their animal research camp in the Nepalese jungle, he and his twelve-year old brother James do not know the trouble they are about to face.

An unsuccessful ransom payment leads to an arduous journey through the crisp forests of the wild west of Nepal in pursuit of the terrorists who have kidnapped their parents.

Even with the help of their friend Atti, how can three children rescue the parents from armed kidnappers?

An Interview with Jane Wilson-Howarth

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag, Jane. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing. Firstly, please could you tell me a little about yourself?

I’m a medical doctor and when my new husband took me off to a small town in central Sri Lanka I envisaged making a difference, working hard to improve maternal and child health in a rural community. But we arrived in the middle of two wars and some days I’d see nearly 200 patients, sometimes six, depending on what threat the local insurgents had made that week. I was an under-employed memsahib and thought I’d attempt to write a book about an expedition to Madagascar I’d organised the previous year. Dervla Murphy used one of my photos in her book Muddling through in Madagascar so I had a contact in John Murray publishing. The writing flowed – perhaps aided by lack of distractions. I had no TV, a very limited social circle, sometimes there wasn’t even electricity. The book that emerged was Lemurs of the Lost World. Since then I’ve been fortunate in also having three travel health guides, another travel narrative and a novel for adults published.

When did you first realise you were going to be a writer?

I have a zoology degree as well as a medical qualification and all my early writings were about animals. My first publication was in an academic journal and it was about tiny cave-dwelling, dung-eating creatures. I also wrote some pieces for local newspapers about my first expedition – to the Himalayas; these made my Dad proud. I am mildly dyslexic so never imagined I’d ever write a book but Dad was passionate about the written word and our home was lined with book so I always felt it was a worthy aspiration.

Without spoiling the plot, please could you tell us a bit about your latest children’s book Himalayan Kidnap?

Brothers Alex and James take a call from a stranger instructing them to bring a ransom to their parents’ research camp in the jungle of lowland Nepal. The kidnappers take the money but the parents aren’t set free and the boys set out on an arduous journey in the crazy assumption that somehow they will be able to sneak their parents away from armed terrorists. It isn’t just the Maoist insurgents that endanger the boys. They have to navigate through Kiplingesque jungles that are home to top predators and cross a swirling river where other unseen threats lurk. This fast-paced adventure is peopled with kindly and not-so-friendly Nepalis and the boys meet many of the wildlife stars of the Himalayas. The book is aimed at 8 – 12 year olds.

How do you go about researching detail and ensuring your books are realistic?

They are all based on my personal experience, and conversations. I am a magpie for snippets of stories and experiences which pop out of my memory unexpectedly.

Which aspects of your writing do you find easiest and most difficult?

I am not a great planner – not in life; not in my writing. If I plan too rigorously I am in danger of producing something that reads like a scientific or medical report. I have to think myself into a scene and let it flow. Then I have the huge labour of editing and restructuring and honing the story. It is probably not a very efficient way of working – I was struggling with my memoir A Glimpse of Eternal Snows for a decade – but the story that finally emerged was powerful and it has appeared now in three editions in four continents. Reviewers often remark that my writing is atmospheric; it is the descriptive prose that I find easiest and most enjoyable to write.

What are your writing routines and where do you do most of your writing?

Routine is not a word in my vocabulary. I grab time when I can although some days I just don’t have the fire in my belly and know I’d be more productive attending to the hovering or the laundry. I write at my desktop in a little first floor room surrounded by untidy piles of papers and books. I look out on an aging silver birch tree which attracts birds. My favourites are flocks of tiny goldcrests which come to pick at the bark. They are Britain’s smallest birds and they are absolutely beautiful.

You’ve written several non-fiction books as well as adult fiction. Why did you choose a children’s genre for your latest fiction?

I write to unwind and I was going through a difficult patch at work. The local health authority decided to close down my GP surgery and my patients were distressed and bereft. Lots of tears were being shed – including by me. We had a large number of folks with mental health problems on our list and although I was supposedly only working half time it began to feel as if my patients’ problems we coming home with me.  I started writing an adventure story. When I’m writing about an exotic place I go there in my head and it was like taking a holiday for an hour or two. I started reading the story to my then 10-year-old and he was enthusiastic and demanded new episodes every night. It was hard to keep up but it was a good spur to churning out the story.

What are the challenges of writing for children?

It is said that writing for children is like writing for adults, only harder. Children need pace. The vocabulary needs careful consideration. You can’t make many assumptions about your reader’s knowledge-base, and you can’t lecture them. In making the older brother, Alex, my narrator I increased the challenges, especially in giving him an authentic 16-year-old’s voice. Fortunately I have a faecal sense of humour so that transferred across to the boys nicely.

Your children’s books exemplify adventure, travel and nature. How important is it for children to experience those aspects of the world, at least vicariously?

I am passionate about wildlife conservation and I take delight in encounters with animals – even with small creatures like wrens and dragonflies and dung beetles. I believe meeting such wild “characters” allows children to grow to love the natural world too. I hope through meeting the less well-known species in the book (gharials, springtails, sloth bears, skinks) my readers will be inspired to protect our world, and even venture out into parks and gardens to see what lives there. I want to show that it is still possible to have adventures in the real world: everything that happens in the book is possible. Finally I slip in references to the challenges of poverty and caste so that readers from the industrialised world may think a little on how fortunate they are.

How much has the travel you’ve done influenced the way you write?

All my writing has a travel theme. I love to describe exotic places.

As a seasoned traveller yourself, what advice would you give to those wishing to combine travel and writing?

The most important thing is a small note book and a couple of pens – I’m always loosing mine. Impressions written at the time, and snippets of overheard conversations, are so much fresher and more alive than anything the memory records, and it is the seemingly small trivial details that bring scenes to life. I’m not much of a diarist but am in the habit of writing letters home – or, more recently, blogging here – and often I go back to these contemporary accounts of my experiences to improve my writing. Latterly I have travelled with a small laptop but I still find writing with a pen and letting my pen go where it wants can produce some of my most interesting prose.

When you’re not writing, what do you like to read?

I am a slow but catholic reader. I enjoy Young Adult novels. I love novels with a strong sense of place and with evocative descriptions of scenery. I’m currently reading Sunset Song.

Do you have other interests that give you ideas for writing?

I love the outdoors and wildlife spotting and I enjoy rowing. Sometimes situations – falling into the river, or diving into deep murky water to try to retrieve my glasses – lend themselves to being absorbed into an adventure story. I enjoy messing about in white water – canoeing and rafting – I’m a trained SCUBA-diver and have served as a volunteer cave rescue warden. I was once lost in a Nepali cave for 13 hours. My caving experience and the sensations of plunging into turbulent water are worked into the action in Himalayan Kidnap.

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If you could choose to be a character from book Himalayan Kidnap, who would you be and why?

I’d be Atti – the strong quiet competent Nepali girl who joins the English boys on their quest.

If Himalayan Kidnap became a film, who would you like to play Alex and James and why would you choose them?  

A young lean Edward Norton for Alex and a young muscled Brad Pitt for James – my sons wo were the models for the boys in the book would approve of these actors in “their” roles

If you had 15 words to persuade a reader that Himalayan Kidnap should be their next read, what would you say?

Exotic wildlife; brotherly banter; danger; dung-fight; scary jungle sounds; lost and alone; terrorists; cliff-hanging; page-turner.

Thank you so much, Jane, for your time in answering my questions.

About Jane Wilson-Howarth

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Jane Wilson-Howarth lives in Cambridgeshire where she writes, teaches medical students and, for about 30-hours a week, works as a general practitioner.

You can follow Jane on Twitter and visit her website.

An Interview with Mark Adlington, Author of Painting The Ice Bear

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As someone obsessed by travel and nature, I so loved Painting The Ice Bear by Mark Adlington that I cheekily asked him if he would be interviewed for Linda’s Book Bag. Luckily he said yes!

You can read my review of Painting The Ice Bear here.

Painting The Ice Bear was published by Unicorn in partnership with John Martin Gallery on 16th December 2016 and is available for purchase in hardback here and from the Gallery here.

Painting The Ice Bear

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Fascinated from the outset by all things wild, Mark Adlington has travelled the globe, seeking out, observing and painting many of the rarest, most breathtaking animals on the planet. Combining intensive on-site work and preparation with countless subsequent hours in the studio creating his images, Adlington has become one of the most popular wildlife painters working today.

This stunning quarter bound edition brings together more than one hundred of Adlington’s images of polar bears, following the world’s largest land predator from cub to maturity both above and below the water. The product of countless trips to wildlife reserves in northern Europe and the frozen expanses of the Arctic, these images are engaging and powerful in equal measure, as Adlington brilliantly conveys the many, and often contrasting aspects of this most charismatic of animal icons.

An Interview with Mark Adlington

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag Mark. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your work. Firstly, please could you tell me a little about yourself?

Thank you for asking me Linda! I grew up in a wild bay on Ireland’s Atlantic coast, and after a childhood floating about in a boat watching seals and otters, have an obsessive interest in wild places and animals. I am however a painter by vocation,  so constantly strive to find a path between these two overriding interests in a way that makes some sense of both.

Please  could you tell us a bit about how Painting The Ice Bear came about?

I have always wanted to make books with painting, but was never attracted to the idea of illustration per se. The opportunity really came about after the Unicorn Press used a lot of my watercolours of otters for the centenary edition of Gavin Maxwell’s classic “Ring of Bright Water” ( which had been a firm favourite of mine throughout my adolescence ). Luckily the success of that edition gave them the confidence to want to make another book with me, and by that time I was already deep into the Polar Bear project. They decided to take a punt on it, and the idea of “Painting the Ice Bear” was born.

You’re predominantly an artist. How does your work in painting and sculpting translate into the practice of writing?

I have always enjoyed words and language, and in fact originally  went to University to study English Literature. What is fascinating about paint though, is its ability to bypass literal understanding. At its best paint can give the viewer a direct link to the experience of the artist when confronted by his/her inspiration/subject. It is what John Berger describes as a “burrowing under the apparent” in his brilliant essay A Professional Secret. I think the two media have very different strengths.

There’s a mix of sketches and finished paintings in Painting The Ice Bear. Why did you decide to present your work this way?

One of the joys of making a book with my images is that I was able to give equal emphasis to both sketches and large canvases. In the art world, oil paint has a tradition of being more “valuable” and important, whereas for me a line drawing from life which might take a few seconds is often more precious (capturing the ephemeral nature of an encounter), and might well portray the essence of the animal better. I can’t change the art world single handedly, but I could in this book, give a double spread to a few lines!

I was struck by the palette you use. How easy or difficult was it to decide how best to represent polar bears?

It was an unusual palette, and during the course of the project I became obsessed with cobalt violet and cerulean blue – unfortunately two of the most expensive pigments available to an artist! I think I was trying to give a sense of the otherworldliness of the polar bears environment. The Arctic was so  utterly unlike anywhere I had ever been, and while I am not a landscape painter I was keen to somehow suggest that strangeness with the choice of palette.

It seems to me that your purpose in producing Painting The Ice Bear was to show the full gamut of polar bear existence and I found looking at the images very moving. What would you say was the purpose of the book?

Thank you for saying that Linda – it’s lovely to get that sort of feedback. I think you are right to suggest that a “portrait “ of the polar bear in the round, the full gamut, as you put it, was one of my main aims. Though as I say at the end of the introduction, that was inevitably setting myself up for failure, as you can never observe or understand, let alone capture everything about any species. Taken from another angle I also  wanted to show the full gamut of an artist’s working process – to give people who might never have been to a painters studio an intimate look at how I approach a subject through the marks, media and colour which are the physical mnifestations of where the eyes and brain have travelled…

How did you go about researching the factual detail about polar bears in the introduction to Painting The Ice Bear?

I love research and have always had a voracious appetite for animal knowledge. The internet is obviously a contemporary bonus on the research front – though it needs to be treated with suspicion and all facts triple checked in these days of “alternative facts”. I was also given many wonderful suggestions of reading matter by arctic specialists when I was in Svalbard. Barry Lopez’s Arctic Dreams in particular is a mesmerising blend of science history and literature.

Which aspects of producing Painting The Ice Bear were easiest and most difficult?

Strangely by the time I came to write the introduction (days before the deadline!) the words seemed to fall onto the page, in order, with minimal effort. I think unknown to me, it had been writing itself for three years in my head! So that was probably the easiest aspect. Trickier by far, was the business of editing down hundreds and hundreds of images to fit the 160 pages of the book, and ordering the shortlist in such a way as to make sense, variety and some form of narrative – Felicity Price-Smith from the Unicorn Press came to the studio for the final layout and we were both too exhausted to speak by the end of the day…

I adore the cover  to Painting The Ice Bear as it seems to convey a determinism in the animal to me. How did you decide which image to use and what were you hoping to convey about polar bears?

The Unicorn Press effectively gave me carte blanche  with all creative decisions, but when I went for the meeting about the cover, with my many mock-ups and ideas, I discovered that they had already chosen one – the image which you have been so nice about! I have to admit that it was not one I had even thought about, but they were extremely firm on that one point, and it seems from your reaction, that they knew what they were doing!

What made you select the poem Polar Bear by J. Patrick Lewis as the only other text than your introduction, as opposed to any other piece about polar bears?

I was introduced to the poem by Simon Perks of the Unicorn Press, and immediately knew that it would make a great end page for the book. I am passionate about conservation, having seen even in my lifetime the shocking decline in numbers of almost all other species, and wanted the book to have some impact in this regard without being too obvious. I loved the way the poem gives you a sense of the polar bear as seen through centuries of different human cultures and then leaves you with a terrible sense of its potential extinction (again at our hands) in a few words at the end.

You’ve also worked on images of other animals. What can we expect next from a Mark Adlington book?

I have so many ideas, and some books that are almost ready to be made from previous projects, such as a book on the world’s only wild horse, the Przewalski, and the extraordinarily beautiful and little known wildlife of the Arabian Peninsula. Currently though I’m ready for a shift into warmer climes, and colours, and finally feel ready to try and say something original about the iconic species of Africa. I think I know what I am going to be working on, but don’t want to jinx the project until I am a little further down the road ! Watch this space….

When you’re not writing, painting, sculpting and taking photographs, what do you like to read?

I read widely and very eclectically, from thrillers to classics. I do like to read around my current subject matter though, and the last book I read that had a deep impact on me was The Solitude of Thomas Cave by Georgina Harding – set in Svalbard and Copenhagen in the 17th century. In the subtlest of ways it is a cry from the heart to re-examine man’s relationship to the earth. I couldn’t recommend it more highly.

And finally, if you had 15 words to persuade a reader that Painting The Ice Bear should be their next purchase, what would you say?

I think I’m way too British to do that Linda, so will have to resort to quoting your lovely review and say that Painting the Ice Bear is a “glorious, sumptuous, celebratory book… for any animal lover, anyone interested in natural history and any artist.“

And I meant every word! Thank you so much, Mark, for your time in answering my questions.

Thank you Linda for responding  so intelligently to the “Ice Bear”. It’s been a pleasure.

About Mark Adlington

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Mark Adlington is a London based artist who travels extensively in search of the wildlife which has been his principal obsession since early childhood. He works extensively on site before returning to the studio to try and recreate the immediacy of his responses to the animals using various and often mixed media. Mark exhibits regularly in London and abroad, and occasionally works to commission. He is represented by the John Martin of London Gallery in Mayfair, and by the Bridgeman Art Library.

You can find Mark on Facebook, and visit his website where you’ll see some of the stunning images from Painting The Ice Bear.

Book Launch: Sealskin by Su Bristow

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Last night I was so lucky to be able to attend the launch of one of the best books I’ve read this year, Sealskin by Su Bristow. If you haven’t yet discovered this wonderful book, you’ll find my review here.

The event was hosted at Goldsboro Books where they had produced a magnificent display of Sealskin in their window.

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Sealskin publisher Karen Sullivan of Orenda Books introduced the evening, sharing some of the amazing reviews Sealskin has received.

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As well as the chance to catch up with several blogger friends, authors (including Amanda Jennings) and agents like Broo Doherty, the highlight of the evening was meeting Su Bristow and hearing her read from the wonderful Sealskin.

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When Su finished her reading there was pin drop silence as we were all so entranced, before we burst into applause.

The evening continued with wine and a very lovely Sealskin cake. It was just a shame the trains constrained me as usual!

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Sealskin

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What happens when magic collides with reality?

Donald is a young fisherman, eking out a lonely living on the west coast of Scotland. One night he witnesses something miraculous … and makes a terrible mistake. His action changes lives – not only his own, but those of his family and the entire tightly knit community in which they live. Can he ever atone for the wrong he has done, and can love grow when its foundation is violence?

Based on the legend of the selkies – seals who can transform into people – Sealskin is a magical story, evoking the harsh beauty of the landscape, the resilience of its people, both human and animal, and the triumph of hope over fear and prejudice. With exquisite grace, Exeter Novel Prize-winner Su Bristow transports us to a different world, subtly and beautifully exploring what it means to be an outsider, and our innate capacity for forgiveness and acceptance. Rich with myth and magic, Sealskin is, nonetheless, a very human story, as relevant to our world as to the timeless place in which it is set. And it is, quite simply, unforgettable.

Sealskin is published by Orenda and is available in ebook and paperback by following the publisher links here.

About Su Bristow

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Su Bristow is a consultant medical herbalist by day. She’s the author of two books on herbal medicine: The Herbal Medicine Chest and The Herb Handbookand two on relationship skills: The Courage to Love and Falling in Love, Staying in Love, co-written with psychotherapist, Malcolm Stern. Her published fiction includes ‘Troll Steps’ (in the anthology, Barcelona to Bihar), and ‘Changes’ which came second in the 2010 CreativeWritingMatters flash fiction competition. Her novel, Sealskin, is set in the Hebrides, and it’s a reworking of the Scottish legend of the selkies, or seals who can turn into people. It won the Exeter Novel Prize 2013. Her writing has been described as ‘magical realism; Angela Carter meets Eowyn Ivey’.

You can follow Su on Twitter and find her on Facebook.

An Extract from The Mercury Travel Club By Helen Bridgett

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It gives me great pleasure to be part of the launch celebrations for The Mercury Travel Club by Helen Bridgett. The Mercury Travel Club is published by Red Door on 16th March 2017 and is available for pre-order here.

I have a smashing extract from The Mercury Travel Club for you to read below.

The Mercury Travel Club

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‘Hi, I’m Angela. My husband ran off with the caterer we hired for our daughter’s graduation party. Pleased to meet you.’

Meet Angie Shepherd who, after 24 years and 11 months of marriage, finds herself divorced and driven by friends and family to move on. From hangover to makeover, Angie steps firmly away from the sensible knitwear, and launches into every adventure on offer from baking classes and book groups, to speed dating, and even ‘The Granny-Okes’, a 1980s tribute act and YouTube sensation.

But Angie needs more than a bar of galaxy and a night in with Murder She Wrote… what she dreams of is entrepreneurial success. Channelling her inner Richard Branson, the light bulb moment happens: it’s time to take the plunge and invest her divorce settlement into The Mercury Travel Club, an exciting new business venture. But as the Travel Club gets going, things don’t go according to plan, and in this digital age a little chaos brings the fame she s been looking for.

Set in present-day Manchester, this classic mid-life journey features the 1980s soundtrack from Angie s youth, and sees her travel the world whilst coping with life after the Ex. Angie’s journey is the catalyst her friends need to examine their own lives; as they start to find their true callings, will Angie find hers? Witty, entertaining and laugh-out-loud funny, this feel-good debut novel shows it s never too late for a second chance.

An Extract from The Mercury Travel Club

A Fresh Start

A hearse drives out of the cul-de-sac as I drive in. I hope that’s not an omen.

Cross Road: genuinely the name of this street. I didn’t pick the place because of the address but I have to confess to enjoying the irony. I couldn’t bear to stay in our old house during the sale; it wasn’t just the thought of people traipsing round judging my taste and rifling through my memories (which would have been bad enough), but no, he brought her into our house.

‘Never in our bedroom,’ he yelled at me when I found out, as if bedding your mistress in the spare room somehow puts you on a higher moral plane.

The thing that annoyed me most was that she burned our only Jo Malone candle. It lived in the spare room, never ac- tually meant to be lit – just to sit there and tell anyone visiting we had impeccable taste. Every woman knows this; I’d never set fire to a £40 candle in anyone else’s house, but she did it in mine. She lit the match that started the row and eventually brought us here.

So here I am; I think they used to call these ‘starter homes’, small boxes for young couples. Given the obvious funeral taking place, maybe things have come full circle and they’re ‘finishing off homes’ now, last stop before the old fogey centre.

I can’t see a single person peeking through the blinds to have a nosey at the new neighbour. I might have caught someone’s eye, maybe made a new friend and have someone to talk to. Maybe I’d even get invited to an impromptu party – but nothing. Probably for the best, I’m not sure I’m ready to start explaining myself yet.

Hi, I’m Angela. My husband ran off with the caterer we hired for our daughter’s graduation party – pleased to meet you.

It’s New Year’s Eve and I start wondering why they chose today to hold a funeral; I guess because no one is working tomorrow. It’s always best to schedule your exit around the bank holidays.

They’re funny things, funerals; like all the big moments of life and death they take no time at all. A couple of words and that’s it, next please. I remember when Patty’s husband died, she looked at her watch as the congregation were leaving and said, ‘A few thousand pounds for twenty minutes? He wouldn’t have been happy with that.’

It made us smile because she was right, he wouldn’t have been.

Right then, Mrs (or I suppose its Ms now), stop this and perk up; this place is carefully designed to cause no offence: neutral magnolia walls, teal carpet and white gloss doors. The air has a whiff of industrial cleaning about it; the landlord probably bought the ‘new tenant’ package. Everything is packaged nowadays.

Wash that man right outta your life? Certainly madam – would you like the bronze, silver or gold package? The gold comes with free mistress removal.

I’ve bought a new bed and sofa, which were thankfully delivered on time, and I’ve unpacked what I need to: a ready meal, bottle of wine and a pint of milk. At the moment it still feels as if I’m staying in a holiday cottage for a few days. But this is it. This silent, easy to maintain house is all I have to show for twenty-four years and eleven months of marriage (yep, I didn’t even get a silver wedding anniversary bash). I mustn’t get morose. It’s over, but my life isn’t.

Despite hankering after a party invitation, I do want to be alone on my first night here. I thought it would be a good time to reflect and make plans for the future; sitting here now, I’m not sure what I’m going to do. It’s a funny night to spend on your own. Ordinarily I’d just watch television, but tonight it’s all people having a wonderful time. I must definitely avoid alcohol at all costs: do not open the wine, do not get drunk or maudlin. Have a bath, an early night and wake up gloriously refreshed for a dignified start to the next stage of my life.

The single years.

Oh Lord, what just happened? I wake up with that scary sensation; I have no idea where I am or what I’ve done to get here and I don’t recognise the room at first glance. Out of habit, I peer across the bed at the next pillow but there’s still no one there. At least I didn’t throw myself on any random passer-by or accost a new neighbour. Or if I did, the vision of me drowning in my own drool wasn’t particularly attractive and he didn’t stay. I also bypassed the bath last night and collapsed fully dressed with a full face of make-up; my pillow case looks as if Robert Smith has slept on it.

I remember switching on the TV and then convincing myself  I’d stick to one glass of wine if I opened the bottle. There are some lessons you don’t learn no matter how old you get.

Although every brain cell is begging me not to, I have to lift my concrete head up and take it downstairs to find the paracetamol. The kitchen is like a crime scene. I could imagine CSI dissecting the evidence.

Wine rack empty and lasagne not cooked, theyd note in their authoritative way.

Drinking on an empty stomach, nasty. How much wine?

Theyd shine one of their torches into the recycling corner (even when plastered I seem to be environmentally responsible).

Looks like two empties – a champagne and a cab sauv.’

(Did I really open the champagne too? And not just open but consume?)

Good taste, but a lot for one little lady.

Theyd nod in knowing agreement.

My phone is sitting on the worktop and with trepidation I check I didn’t make any drunken calls to my ex; I sigh with relief when I’m assured otherwise. It lights up with Patty’s daft photo and I realise I’ve had it on silent all night. I tell myself I wanted to avoid well-wishers, but the truth is I was more afraid that no one would ring. I hug my little phone as I see lots of missed calls around midnight and just as many text messages with kisses on the bottom; it’s like a virtual embrace and I’m so relieved that people care. Zoe tried to call so many times before and after midnight; she would have been working the room at the anointed hour.

I feel terrible for not being sober enough to pick up the phone to my one and only daughter. Discarded wife and neglectful mother; the accolades are piling up this year. Zoe will be my first call as soon as Patty gets off the line. In my hungover state, the saving grace is that Patty talks so much I don’t usually need to think or say anything.

‘What did you get up to last night?’ asks Patty. ‘An orgy with the new neighbours?’

I snort; it counts as an answer.

‘Guess where I ended up?’ she continues. ‘Onstage at the Rose & Crown. Guess what I sang? “Like a Virgin”. It was absolutely hilarious …’

This is what a conversation with Patty is like. I can drift off for hours and she doesn’t notice. It’s very soothing, almost like being in a coma yet knowing that there’s someone on the outside trying to make contact.

I’ve known Patty (she was actually christened Patience – it doesn’t fit at all) for over thirty years (ouch). She’s four years older than me and was my supervisor when I joined the airline (being a stewardess was a glamorous career back then, before budget flights). Patty has always been the biggest personality in the room. I’m sure if we were ever invited to the White House, all eyes would be on her. She’d also get the President singing; an ex-drama school student, she gets everyone singing and if The X Factor had been around when we were young, she’d have won. She frequently tells me that she still has time to be the next Susan Boyle.

She usually does Cyndi Lauper numbers, but I suppose ‘Time After Time’ isn’t really a New Year crowd-pleaser. Also the Rose & Crown doesn’t have a stage, so she was in all likelihood standing on a table. I don’t mention this.

‘So have you?’ she asks.

Blimey, a break in conversation, and I’m expected to reply.

‘Have I what?’ I say.

‘Made any resolutions? New Year, fresh start etc., there must be loads you want to do now you’ve lost all that baggage.’

Invent a way of drinking wine without having a hangover?

That’s the first thought to enter my head and I’d probably win the Nobel Prize for it. I drift mentally to the prize-giving where the room raises a glass of champagne to me; the imaginary smell of it makes me gag.

‘I’m not ready yet,’ I sigh. ‘I just want to unpack, recover and get my bearings first.’

‘I’m not going to let you stew,’ she replies. ‘No wasting your life away as divorce debris.’

‘Give me until the end of the month,’ I say. ‘You know what I’m like.’

‘You must be the only person who makes their New Year’s resolutions in February,’ says Patty. ‘OK, you’ve got till then or I’ll come round and sort you out myself.’

Heaven forbid.

With a final, ‘I’m always here for you’, she’s gone and the house is silent again.

Years ago I came to the conclusion that January 1st is the very worst day to start any resolutions as you’re always too tired or hungover. So I give myself a month of grace and start in February. It’s worked so far; just as everyone else is giving up, I’m just getting going. And you only have to stick to them for eleven months. Well, ten months, because let’s face it no one sticks to anything in December.

Now I have to redeem myself on behalf of all other errant mothers in the world and phone my daughter.

About Helen Bridgett

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Helen has always loved books and always loved writing. One year she decided her New Year’s resolution would be “Write a novel to give as a Christmas present”. She spent the year writing and The Mercury Travel Club was born. Helen hails from the North East but now lives in Manchester with her Husband and their Chocolate Labrador Angus. When not writing, Helen can usually be found walking or drinking wine – not usually at the same time.

You can follow Helen on Twitter and visit her website

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An Interview with Susan Beale, Author of The Good Guy

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I’m so pleased to be celebrating paperback publication day of The Good Guy by Susan Beale with an interview with the author. The Good Guy is published in paperback today, 9th March 2017, by John Murray and is available for purchase by following the publisher links here.

The Good Guy

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Ted, a car-tyre salesman in 1960s suburban New England, is a dreamer who craves admiration. His wife, Abigail, longs for a life of the mind. Single-girl Penny just wants to be loved. When a chance encounter brings Ted and Penny together, he becomes enamoured and begins inventing a whole new life with her at its centre. But when this fantasy collides with reality, the fallout threatens everything, and everyone, he holds dear.

The Good Guy is a deeply compelling debut about love, marriage and what happens when good intentions and self-deception are taken to extremes.

An Interview with Susan Beale

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag Susan. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing. Firstly, please could you tell me a little about yourself?

Thank you. I’m delighted to be here. I grew up in Falmouth, Massachusetts, which is the second largest town on Cape Cod. In 1990 I married my Danish husband and we’ve been expats ever since. We started in the UK, moved to France, and then Belgium, and then, in 2012, back to the UK. I worked as a journalist and editor until our second son (we have four) was fifteen months old. The work-life balance wouldn’t balance, so I took a break that ended up lasting fifteen years. Faced with the prospect of starting from scratch in an industry that had been thoroughly disrupted, I decided to go for the moon shot and try to become a novelist. I wrote the first draft of my novel The Good Guy while on the creative writing MA course at Bath Spa University.

Without spoiling the plot, please could you tell us a bit about The Good Guy?

It’s set in New England in the mid-sixties, just before the sexual revolution; conformity is reaching its high-water mark and white males without college degrees have never had it so good.

Ted McDougall is a university drop-out and an up-and-coming tyre salesman, living the American Dream in a tract housing development west of Boston, with his wife and childhood sweetheart, Abigail, and their baby daughter Mindy. Their troubles are relatively minor – Abigail misses her studies and struggles with the domestic arts; Ted interprets her sadness as dissatisfaction with him and his choice of career.

On the night he lands his biggest business deal to-date, Ted meets Penny and is enchanted, not only with her but also with what he sees as her glamorous, independent life. He repeatedly seeks her out, gradually conjuring a second life with her at its centre. He tells himself he can keep the two lives from colliding.

When did you first realise you were going to be a writer?

Probably when I was four or five, but it took me decades to admit, even to myself, that I wanted to write novels. I thought that novelists were born not made, and that I didn’t have the goods. I became a journalist because it’s considered a trade not an art – also because I’m very curious and I love asking people questions.

Which aspects of your writing do you find easiest and most difficult?

I hesitate to describe anything about the writing process as easy, but I’d say that dialogue, characterisation and description attract the bulk of my writing attention. My inter critic constantly badgers me with questions like: ‘Is that something that character would say or think?’, ‘What is their frame of reference?’, ‘What does he or she want?’; or ‘How would that place look, smell, sound?’ The inner critic isn’t as obsessed with things like pacing and suspense. I have to be more deliberate and conscious about those parts of storytelling.

(Interesting!)

What are your writing routines and where do you do most of your writing?

I would love to tell you about the wonderful routine that have I created and to which I cling. Regular practice is one of two essential ingredients to becoming a good writer – the other being reading – and I aim to get a few hours of writing in every day. Ideally, early in the morning, so that by lunchtime I can do other things without feeling guilty. Maybe when my kids leave the nest, I’ll be able to manage it.

But I can’t throw too much shade my kids’ way. I’m a terrible procrastinator. I could read political websites until my eyeballs melted and the past twelve months, with Brexit and Trump, I’ve indulged in unhealthy levels of it. Being a political junkie the worst kind of vice because you can pretend it’s a virtue: ‘It’s my civic responsibility to stay informed!’ when, really, you’re just wasting time, avoiding the hard work of fiction, which is mapping a place that doesn’t yet exist.

Where I write is equally haphazard – I surf between the dining room table, the living room sofa and my bed. Sometimes I go to a café or the library, usually when things aren’t moving and I need a change of scenery or, more likely, when I’ve lost control due to advanced-stage procrastination.

(I think you may have just described a typical author approach to procrastination Susan!)

You were brought up in America but are now living in the UK. How has that background helped or hindered your writing?

Being an expat for basically my whole adult life has without a doubt helped my writing. No matter how well you integrate, you remain a bit of an outsider. It can be isolating on a personal level, but it’s a boon to an aspiring writer.

Twenty of those years were spent the French-speaking world, which is a whole other layer of otherness. My French is pretty good (vastly better than my middle school French teacher could have imagined, especially given that I dropped her course before the end of a single term) but it will never be equal to my English. I make stupid mistakes – mixing up the gender of nouns, blurting out the wrong verb tense or word order in a sentence. I’m good enough that I can generally spot the error the moment it’s left my mouth. It’s a continuous lesson in humility. It’s made me more reflective. I consider what I want to say, and the different ways I could say it, but if I worried too much about making mistakes, I’d never say or do anything.

I would add that seeing America from outside has been invaluable. It’s not always pretty, not always comfortable to watch, but, for a writer, it’s a gift.

(You’re making me want to brush up my French.)

You’ve recently completed an MA in creative writing. How has that impacted on your style?

I can’t recall a tutor commenting on any students’ style during the course. It was one of those things, like voice, that was assumed to be unique to every writer and they gave us wide latitude. That said, I hope that some things rubbed off on me. It would be a shame if working with writers such as Samantha Harvey, Philip Hensher and Tessa Hadley hadn’t affected my writing style in some (beneficial) way, but I’m at a loss to say how.

The Good Guy is your debut. How does it feel to be published?

Awesome.

The Good Guy has self-deception as one of its themes. Why did you choose to explore that theme?

Without self-deception, there wouldn’t be much of a story to The Good Guy. The three main characters all engage in it and it’s a major source of tension.

I wanted to dig deep into the phenomenon because I think it’s a fascinating human trait. We read or hear about people getting cheated or swindled and think, ‘How is it they didn’t know?’ We’re sure that we would see through such a scam, but the science indicates we probably wouldn’t, particularly if it was perpetrated by someone we loved.

The behavioural economist Dan Ariely wrote a terrific book called The Honest Truth About Dishonesty: How we lie to everyone, especially ourselves. It’s about cheating in business, politics, school, and sports, but his conclusions are equally applicable to personal relationships.

All humans use motivated reasoning. We discredit information that doesn’t confirm to our world view and look for ways to dismiss it. It takes very little convincing for us to believe that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do. The more we have invested in a lie (emotionally or financially), the more likely we are to cling to it, even in the face of mounting evidence.

(Brilliantly put – couldn’t agree more!)

How did you go about researching detail to ensure The Good Guy was realistic?

My research began with my adoption papers, which were the inspiration for the story. Though literally written in my lifetime, they seemed to belong to a different world, one I was determined to understand. I read magazines from the time, and books such as The Feminine Mystique and Sex and the Single Girl; I looked at old photo albums, scoured the internet for pictures, old commercials, and the history of the places featured in the book, such the city of Lynn, Massachusetts, and Shoppers’ World, an open-air shopping centre, that was heralded as the Main Street of the future when it opened, but which was soon overshadowed by fully enclosed malls. My older cousin, who I adored, worked at the Jordan Marsh anchor store that was built to look like a flying saucer. I can’t remember going there myself, but I recall my grandmother talking about it in almost reverent tones. The television show Mad Men was a big help. It’s about a different socio-economic group, but the sets and costumes and the sense of the time are all beautifully portrayed.

The Good Guy has a very nostalgic cover. How did that image come about and what were you hoping to convey (without spoiling the plot please!)?

All credit goes to the folks in the art department at John Murray, who created two wonderful covers for The Good Guy. For me, the paperback cover conjures an image of an important scene in the novel, where Ted spends an idyllic weekend at Penny’s mother’s house on Cape Cod. Nostalgic is the right word for it, the picture, the font and the colours are all heavily evocative of the mid-1960s. The combination of teal and orange reminds me of Howard Johnsons’, a chain of restaurants and motor lodges that were at the height of their popularity at the time in which the book is set and are mentioned a couple times in the story.

If you could choose to be a character from The Good Guy, who would you be and why?

Penny’s roommate Peanut. She’s a relatively minor character but she knows the score. She is funny, loves life and people, but at the same time, she is under no illusions. She is neither overly romantic, like Penny, nor cynical, like their other roommate, Ellen. She has dreams and, unlike Abigail, is unwilling sacrifice them for convention. Although open to getting married, one day, she won’t consider it until she has done what she wants to do (which is travel the world as a stewardess). America is on the cusp of drastic change and Peanut is just the kind of gal to reap the benefits of it.

If The Good Guy became a film, who would you like to play Ted, Abigail and Penny and why would you choose them?

Ooh, good question! The actors would have to be young because the main characters are in their early twenties. I’d think maybe Hunter Parrish or Chace Crawford could work for Ted. Both are real charmers, with lovely blue eyes. For Penny, maybe Ashley Benson or Rooney Mara. They’re petite and can be made to appear fragile and wide-eyed; innocent, but not ditzy. Abigail would need to be played by someone who can show a torrent of emotion simmering beneath a placid surface. I could see Saoirse Ronan or Jennifer Lawrence.

When you’re not writing, what do you like to read?

The very first books I ever took out of the library were biographies. I still love them. Currently, I’m trying not to read Ron Chernow’s biography of Alexander Hamilton because I gave it to my husband for his birthday and I have a habit of reading the books I give to him as presents, but I’ve dipped into it a couple times and can hear it calling to me from the shelf. Helena Kelly’s Jane Austen Secret Radical reminded me that I’m overdue for a reread of Austen. I gravitate towards articles and books on behavioural economics and studies of human behaviour. I recommend Maria Konnikova’s The Confidence Game: Why we fall for it … every time. I listen to a podcast called Hidden Brain and read the Science of Us column in New York Magazine online. Not only are they interesting, they’re also useful for sketching characters and developing story ideas.

It’s probably no surprise that my interest in human behaviour is reflected in the fiction I read. I love Anne Patchett, Anne Tyler, Annie Proulx – hmmm a lot of Anns – also Karen Joy Fowler, Elizabeth Strout, Samantha Harvey and Tessa Hadley.

Do you have other interests that give you ideas for writing?

As Nora Ephron said, everything is copy.

I love talking to people, love hearing their stories, and learning what makes them tick.

Everyone has a story. It’s just a matter of listening and asking the right questions. I once sat next to a man at a wedding rehearsal dinner. For three-quarters of the meal, he barely spoke three words, and then I managed to find his interest (tractors, of all things), and the guy opened up like a flower. I can’t recall a word of what he told me about tractors, but I know I wasn’t a bit bored.

Story ideas are all around. The trick is to write them down before they slip out the back side of your brain. Too often, when something triggers a spark or an idea, I’ll tell myself that I’ll remember. I almost never do.

And finally, Susan, if you had 15 words to persuade a reader that The Good Guy should be their next read, what would you say?

To understand the forces of nostalgia that led to President Donald Trump, read this.

Thank you so much Susan for your time in answering my questions.

My pleasure. Thank you.

About Susan Beale

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Susan Beale was brought up on Cape Cod and now lives in the UK. She is a recent graduate of the Bath Spa MA in Creative Writing. The Good Guy is her first novel. It was shortlisted for the Costa First Novel Award 2016.

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Not All Blood and Guts, A Guest Post by Julia Chapman, Author of Date With Death

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I’m really delighted to be helping to celebrate Date with Death by Julia Chapman. Date With Death is published by Pan MacMillan today, 9th March 2017, and is available for purchase by following the publisher links here.

Date With Death

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Samson O’Brien has been dismissed from the police force, and returns to his hometown of Bruncliffe in the Yorkshire Dales to set up the Dales Detective Agency while he fights to clear his name. However, the people of Bruncliffe aren’t that welcoming to a man they see as trouble.

Delilah Metcalfe, meanwhile, is struggling to keep her business, the Dales Dating Agency, afloat – as well as trying to control her wayward Weimaraner dog, Tolpuddle. Then when Samson gets his first case, investigating the supposed suicide of a local man, things take an unexpected turn, and soon he discovers a trail of deaths that lead back to the door of Delilah’s agency.

With suspicion hanging over someone they both care for, the two feuding neighbours soon realize that they need to work together to solve the mystery of the dating deaths. But working together is easier said than done . . .

Not All Blood and Guts; Not Always Cosy

A Guest Post by Julia Chapman

When I set out to write the Dales Detective Series, I was aware of the expectations of the genre. Cosy Crime. No blood. No guts. No gore. It’s a softer type of crime, at the opposite end of the spectrum from hardboiled thrillers. In this type of fiction, the characters take centre stage and the puzzle of identifying the perpetrator is more important than a forensically precise description of the bullet wound.

In the world of my Dales Detective, there is also humour, a light-hearted approach to life that persists even through the toughest of times. People tend to laugh rather than throw punches. Or, when punches are thrown (and there are a few in Date with Death), the result is funny rather than fatal.

There’s also a lot of tea. A LOT of tea. And cake.

Ultimately, it’s a world peopled predominately by good folk – Yorkshire folk who aren’t afraid to tell you when you’re out of line. Or to offer opinions on everything and anything, whether you want them or not!

Of course, there’s always the odd rogue. But we rest easy knowing that they will inevitably get caught. Even if the catching is unorthodox, involving amateur sleuths. Or tractors. Or a Weimaraner suffering with an anxiety disorder . . .

Fine. These are all hallmarks of the genre after all. But it doesn’t mean everything has to be cosy.

In the small market town of Bruncliffe, where my new series is set, there is dark as well as light. The backdrop of the Yorkshire Dales gives us that in spades! The weather and the landscape are capable of providing violence – the fells in winter as brutal a place as any desolate urban area, the winds that howl over them a destructive menace.

It’s a farming region, life lived in a cycle of seasons measured out by the breeding, raising and selling of livestock. But don’t presume that makes it a bucolic paradise. Ask any local here and they’ll tell you about the barbarity that visited this area during Foot and Mouth. The burning pyres. The empty fields. The acrimony that tore communities and families apart. There was blood and gore aplenty here then. And even today, the economic difficulties facing farming families don’t make for a cosy lifestyle.

So there is a healthy dose of reality in my take on Cosy Crime. There is plenty to disturb the reader; to snap them out of this comfortable world and into a slightly darker place. But I guess the key difference is that by the resolution, balance has been restored. Good invariably triumphs. And there is always a pot of tea and a thick slice of Yorkshire teacake close to hand. You can’t get much cosier than that.

About Julia Chapman

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Julia Chapman is the pseudonym of Julia Stagg, author of the Fogas Chronicles set in the French Pyrenees.

Born with a wanderlust that keeps her moving, Julia has followed her restless feet to Japan, Australia, the USA and France. She spent the majority of that time as a teacher of English as a Foreign Language but also dabbled in bookselling, pawnbroking, waitressing and was once ‘checkout-chick of the month’ at a supermarket in South Australia. She also ran an auberge in the French Pyrenees for six years with her husband.

Having spent many years wandering, she is now glad to call the Yorkshire Dales home, its distinctive landscape and way of life providing the setting for her latest series of novels, the Dales Detective.

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