Spotlighting The Power of Letters by Team Inspire

It is almost a year since I received the following email from Team Inspire:

We’re a team of colleagues from Pitney Bowes Ltd who are taking part in ‘The Prince’s Trust Million Maker challenge’, where we’re aiming to raise over £10,001 for this wonderful charity to help in the support of young adults to build better futures.

To raise these funds, we’re creating an inspirational book of stories from people across all walks of life, sharing their life experiences and showing how facing difficult situations head-on, became their greatest triumph.  To know you are not alone; can also help, especially by learning from other’s experiences. To read, how from adversity, you can find hope and by having hopes and dreams you CAN achieve an optimistic future.

Our book will be in paperback, titled ‘The Power of Letters’. There will be three different themes; Hopes and Dreams, Reflections and Optimistic Futures, whether it’s a love letter, an apology, a letter of recommendation, a thank you or a simple note in your lunch box, many great things start with just a letter.

We want to appeal to a large audience aged 16+ with the idea that you don’t need to read the whole book in one sitting; you can pick a page any page for some inspirational words to help steer your mind set for the day.

So why are we telling you this?  –

We wanted to ask if you would be willing to write a letter or poem for our book, keeping within the themes detailed above about your own journey, or something that you feel would help inspire others. We know your contribution would be greatly received and valued by our readers, as well as helping us achieve our target of £10,001 for The Princes Trust.

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Well I simply couldn’t refuse could I?

I was delighted to submit, and have accepted, a letter in The Power of Letters (pp160-162 if you’re interested). Although I’d love to review The Power of Letters as I think it’s a fabulous book I didn’t think it was ethical to write a review of a book I’ve written for. There is a magical feeling in turning the pages and finding your name in such a book.

The Power of Letters has contributions from actors like Nicholas Pinnock, writers like Tina Baker, public figures like Alastair Campbell to anonymous people and the ordinary ones like me tucked away in Fenland Lincolnshire. There are helpful web addresses and telephone numbers at the end where anyone experiencing some of the challenging aspects of life explored in the letters can turn for help. I think it’s a wonderful book and the ex-teacher in me feels glad to have to have contributed to The Prince’s Trust through whose work young lives are able to change.

Instead of a review, let me give you details about The Power of Letters:

The Power of Letters

What you hold in your hand is a collection of letters and poems, showcasing the value of what a positive mindset can achieve. To help remind people to believe in themselves. With a positive frame of mind, you can achieve anything you want. This book shares real-life experiences from everyday people (some famous) from young and old for a diversity of thought across different life journeys.

Challenges can come in all shapes and sizes, and mental health in all its guises does not discriminate. It can happen to anyone, any race, gender and at any age, with varying impact. No matter what you are going through and dealing with, it is always good to know that you are not alone. Our collection of letters will inspire you and remind you that others have triumphed over adversity, and you will, too.

We believe by learning from other people’s true experiences and reflections, you too can find hope.

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I do hope you’ll be able to support this book.

The Power of Letters is available for purchase here.

For more information about Team Inspire, visit their website, follow them on Twitter @powerofletters1 or find them on Instagram.

Staying in with Bob Farrand

It’s always a pleasure to meet a new to me author and I am very pleased to welcome Bob Farrand to Linda’s Book Bag today to tell me about his debut novel.  Let’s find out what Bob had to tell me:

Staying in with Bob Farrand

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag Bob and thank you for agreeing to stay in with me.

Hello Linda, thank you so much allowing me to suggest my book for your blog.

Tell me, which of your books have you brought along to share this evening and why have you chosen it?

The Snake That Bites its Tail is my first novel and is the culmination of half a century of thoughts and daydreams while relishing half a century as a magazine publisher.

That sounds quite some gestation period! What can we expect from an evening in with The Snake that Bites its Tail.

So much of the story is drawn from my life experiences although I assure you, I am not a murderer. Or then again, could I be? Which of us is truly conscious of who we really are and how others see us?

That’s a very good point. 

As Clive James wrote after first sighting a portrait of himself he barely recognised:

And so, this other man slowly appears

Who is not me as I as I would wish to be,

But is the me I try not to see

I have a feeling we all feel like that from time to time Bob!

My story deals with the all-too-common life experiences of ordinary folk. People who live with mental illness, financial problems, parental control, divorce, a yearning for stability and family kinship and the cruelty of a guilt warped by outdated moral codes.

More importantly, the novel examines mankind’s instinctive need to control others and to seek vengeance when wronged. Can the killing of another human being ever be justified and how much free will do we, as humans possess? Our hero, Robin Farnham, may be guilty of four vengeance killings although he remains doggedly convinced of his innocence.

That sounds intriguing. Tell me more about Robin.

Robin is a retired magazine publisher who, on being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, attempts suicide to spare his family his slow deterioration. He awakes in a dementia home to be told the police suspect him of murder and under the care of enigmatic psychiatrist, Dr Peter Lakmaker, we begin to unravel the traumas of Robin’s life.

We learn of his possible involvement in not one but four murders, all acts of vengeance, all of which he could have committed.

Lakmaker also treats Jane Foster, a 16-year-old who runs away from home after being sexually abused by her adoptive father. Jane traces her birth mother, is involved in a loveless marriage as she searches for the family she was denied as a child and eventually settles into a long-term gay relationship. She and Robin meet in the year 2000, when she starts working in his business and we finally begin to unravel some of the truths hidden inside both their lives.

I have a feeling there’s even more to discover…

Along the way, we learn of the mysterious Ouroborous bracelet Robin found as a teenager and the impact it has exerted on his life. We meet Krait, a disturbing character who is also counselled by Lakmaker and Kraits revelations about Robin and Jane lead us into the harrowing but plausible climax.

My word. The Snake That Bites Its Tail sounds very profound as well as an incredible read.

What else have you brought along and why have you brought it?

My working life was spent in magazine publishing, the past thirty years running my own business involving food and drink magazines, awards, exhibitions, training programmes all to do with fine food and drink. In 2000, Hamlyn published my Cheese Handbook, a very personal selection of my 80 favourite cheeses.

Did you say cheese? You can come again. I love cheese!

Over the course of 35 years, my business has become a leading influencer in the world of artisan food and drink. We set up the World Cheese Awards, now the largest and most important global cheese event. Each year, it is held in a different country although this year, perversely, it was scheduled to be held in Kiev but has now been rearranged for Wales. We set up The Great Taste Awards, the most respected independent food accreditation scheme in the world, where some 15,000 different food and drink products are assessed each year.

Oh. I know a woman who’d be happy to act as a judge. Just saying…

One significant event during my career was the real stimulus for The Snake that Bites its Tail.  The disastrous business failure I suffered in the early 1990’s which is graphically depicted in the novel prompted me to turn to 19th century philosophy for guidance and ultimately prompted me to write the novel. Understanding the motivation behind vengeance, how and why it has rarely ever been controlled and has inspired philosophers to argue mankind’s behaviour is mostly instinctive and involves little or no free will.

This in turn pushed me to examine the wider implication of life and death, faith and non-faith and time as a circular dimension.

While finishing the novel gave me great satisfaction, I believe what I truly enjoyed more was the learning process. I had written 1500 articles on food and drink for years, but the disciplines involved in creating a 100,000-word book are entirely different. Literary festivals, online courses and some very critical but nevertheless constructive editors all helped me gain understanding of techniques needed for character building, dialogue, pace and engaging the reader. The learning curve was sharp but fascinating.

I imagine it was Bob. I think you sound the living embodiment of ‘What doesn’t break us, makes us stronger’! Thanks so much for staying in with me to chat about the fascinating sounding The Snake That Bites Its Tail. I think you should serve up some cheese and I’ll give Linda’s Book Bag readers a few more details.

The Snake That Bites Its Tail

In 1965, nineteen-year-old Robin Farnham believes he ran over an old man but on stopping his car, finds no body, merely a gold bracelet of a snake biting its tail.

In 1981, sixteen-year-old Jane Foster is sexually abused by her adoptive father and attacks him before fleeing to London where she consults Dr Peter Lakmaker, a psychiatrist.

In 2021, now retired, Farnham is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and prescribed a drug on clinical trial. He attempts suicide but awakes in hospital to be told he is suspected of murder. Protected from the police by Dr Lakmaker, Robin is encouraged to write about his life to monitor the new drug’s effectiveness.

Over a period of half a century, Robin and Jane’s lives are interrelated although it is not until the year 2000, they finally meet. Robin’s quest for the truth behind his involvement in not one, but three murders and Jane’s tormented search for her birth parents and the close family relationship denied her as a child are muddied by the strangely prophetic Oroborous bracelet Robin wears and the appearance of the vengeance seeking Krait.

Separating fact from fiction has rarely presented more of a challenge, for the characters in the story or the reader.

The Snake That Bites Its Tail was published by Matador on 22nd February 2022 and is available in all the usual places including here. The author’s proceeds are all donated to the Junior Diabetes Research Foundation.

About Bob Farrand

During half a century in magazine publishing, Bob Farrand launched the Guild of Fine Food; published the magazines Fine Good Digest and Good Cheese; created the Great Taste Awards alongside the World Cheese Awards and trained over 20,000 UK staff working behind cheese counters in specialist food retailers and supermarkets. In 2000 he wrote The Cheese Handbook (Hamlyn) a personal selection of eighty great cheeses. Bob lives near Shaftesbury, Dorset, with his wife Linda. The Snake that Bites its Tale is his first novel.

You can follow Bob on Twitter @bobsfoodblog and Instagram.

Staying in with Nicola Matthews

Sometimes a book comes along that I am desperate to read but I simply can’t fit it in with the other commitments I have. Such is the case with Nicola Matthews’ debut book. However, I do have time to chat with Nicola all about it and luckily she agreed to stay in with me today.

Staying in with Nicola Matthews

Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag, Nicola and thank you for agreeing to stay in with me.

Thank you very much for inviting me.

Tell me, which of your books have you brought along to share this evening and why have you chosen it?

I’ve brought along my debut novel, Kitty Canham. The novel is based on real events that took place in the early eighteenth century, here, on our Essex backwaters. I am so excited to share with you something of Kitty’s intriguing story; the very thing that inspired me to write.

Oo. I love a blend of fact and fiction. What can we expect from an evening in with Kitty Canham?

I love to be transported to another time and place when I read. Kitty travels from Essex to London and further afield, but it is the liminal landscape of the estuary on which I live and which Kitty would have walked 300 years previously, that really took my imagination. It was lock down when I started writing, so I found myself immersed in the area’s haunting beauty. Some of my Amazon reviewers call the novel ‘immersive’ or as one said in a different way, ‘This is a story that captures the imagination and allows one to be lost in its pages.’

That’s such a lovely thing to hear. Congratulations.As well as landscape, tell me a bit about Kitty.

How a character deals with dilemmas fascinates me. Kitty is a feisty and passionate woman who finds herself struggling against the conventions of the age, sometimes making progress, at other times finding the tide of expectation too difficult for her. In forging her own path, she faces moral dilemmas that are not easily settled.

Sounds intriguing.

It is important to me not to put characters in ‘goody and baddy’ categories. People are complex and when things go badly it is usually because of faulty communication and wrong expectation. Kitty is surrounded by people who are not inherently bad but who sometimes make terrible choices or who withhold truth to misguidedly protect another. My hope is that all my characters, draw you into their lives and leave you feeling that you know them and have travelled with them.

I think the people in Kitty Canham sound vivid and real Nicola.

My background in theatre is, perhaps, evident in my writing. When I write I see every scene unfolding before me in 3D. The characters are active: their presence and movement always comes to me before their facial features. Maybe this is so for most writers. I’ll have to ask about.

I have seen review that suggest Kitty Canham would be perfect for television or film so you could be right!

Another factor is that a story needs to be told in an evening in the theatre. Kitty Canham is not a light read, in terms of content, but it is an easy read. The narrative takes you on a journey that spans a number of years. However, it is told in a linear fashion. It starts at the beginning and ends at the end, making it perfect for an evening of reading. As one reviewer puts it, ‘Loved this book from the beginning with the story weaving through the varied life of Kitty at pace. Such a visual read. Hardly put it down till finished.’

That’s so refreshing to hear. I’m not always keen on multiple timelines. So, how is Kitty Canham being received?

I expect every author wants to feel that their efforts have enriched their readers lives. Another reviewer suggested that the novel did just that, for her anyway,

‘I absolutely loved this book and heartily commend it to anyone who would love to escape for a few hours into another era and environment. I feel so much richer having read it.’

That is fantastic and makes me want to read about Kitty even more!

That is, I suppose, my greatest accolade and my hopeful expectation for anyone having an evening in with Kitty Canham.

 Absolutely. What else have you brought along and why have you brought it?

I had planned to bring along a picture of the backwaters, because I could wax lyrical about the landscape all day. But then I remembered this antique perfume bottle. I bring it because this little bottle blindsides Kitty at a time when she is beginning to realise that her life at home is becoming untenable. It opens her to possibilities she never would have imagined. It is the emblem of both her hopes and her inevitable sorrows.

Now you’ve intrigued me completely Nicola. Thanks so much for staying in with me to chat about Kitty Canham. I think it sounds fabulous. Let me give Linda’s Book Bag readers a few more details:

Kitty Canham

This is a fictional story woven around real life events that took place on the North Essex coast.

It is 1739. A woman had to be strong to make her way amid the conventions of the age. When the withheld truths that uphold those conventions begin to unravel around Kitty, she finds herself alienated from all she knows and loves.

Through an unexpected invitation she visits London society. There she becomes the keeper of a secret, which leads her into a deception of her own.

With few options Kitty determines to live a conventional life, but when tragedy strikes, misunderstandings follow and her life unravels once more. All the while she keeps her secret close, but the time will come when she can keep it no longer.

Kitty Canham is published by Hall House Press and is available for purchase here.

About Nicola Matthews

Nicola Matthews has always been involved in the creative industries, particularly in theatre and art. However, she primarily considers herself a storyteller and observer of the human condition. Nicola loves the enneagram and anything that picks our personalities apart! Nicola also loves her family, the countryside, and evenings round a campfire musing with friends. Poetry has been a constant companion, and she has published a small anthology called Anxt and other poems. Kitty Canham is her debut novel.

For further information, visit Nicola’s website, follow her on Twitter @nicola_author or find her on Instagram and Facebook.

I Am Ill With Hope: poems and sketches by Gommie

When George Spender got in touch from Samander Street about I Am Ill With Hope: poems and sketches by Gommie I knew I simply had to read and review it. I’m delighted to share my review today and would like to thank George enormously for sending me a copy of I Am Ill With Hope: poems and sketches by Gommie.

Published by Salamander Street on 27th September 2022, I Am Ill With Hope: Poems and Sketches by Gommie is available for purchase here.

I Am Ill With Hope: poems and sketches by Gommie

In 2019 poet-artist Gommie began walking the coastline of an England with nothing but a backpack, a tent and an unusually large collection of pens. His aim? Searching for hope during increasingly hard times.

From losing his way on the Dover Hills to bankruptcy in Rhyl and wild camping in Scarborough, Gommie’s extraordinary journey is still ongoing, and his findings, a deeply moving mixture of texture, illustration, poetry and verbatim conversations, are a gentle homage to the often-overlooked places we inhabit and the frequently forgotten voices we hear.

My Review of I Am Ill With Hope: poems and sketches by Gommie

Intimate, personal and moving I Am Ill With Hope is exquisitely simultaneously painful and uplifting to read. Gommie has created found poetry that speaks for us all, but especially the lonely, the ordinary person and those who still believe in hope and love. I found reading I Am Ill With Hope gave me a physical sensation in my chest as if my very heart were being squeezed. There’s both a literal and metaphorical connection with humanity to be found here. I didn’t actually read the introduction until after I’d read the poems and when I did I found myself quite undone by Gommie’s hoest, self-deprecating words.

The presentation of the entries in I Am Ill With Hope truly affects their meaning. I especially loved those where I had to search amongst the illustrations to find the words – in much the same way as Gommie has searched across England and Wales to find those whose voices echo through the poems. More affecting still is the way the poet searches for himself along the way. We are all always looking for meaning in life and Gommie’s collection shows that so effectively.

The illustrations add depth and poignancy. I know absolutely nothing about art, but they seem simultaneously to have an intensity and a looseness so that they feel emotional and immediate, as if Gommie has taken the time to look closely at things others see only superficially and record their transience.

There’s something profound about how the ordinary or the marginalised in society have been given a sense of status and, indeed, immortality through I Am Ill With Hope. The collection is precisely of its time and yet also timeless, touching on themes of human connection, mental and physical health, loneliness and love, identity and belonging. I found it touched me deeply. I really recommend others to read it because I think they will find a little part of themselves they didn’t even realise was lost. I did.

About Gommie

Gommie pictured with Emilia Clarke courtesy of Salamander Street

Oliver Gomm is an artist, poet and former actor. Following a breakdown in 2016, he decided to quit acting and began walking the coasts of England and Wales. Starting in Devon, he travelled through Ramsgate, Winstable, Faversham, Sheerness, Pitsea, Southend, Basildon, Ipswich, Felixstowe, Lowestoft, Cleethorps, Grimsby, Hull, Spurn Point, Bridlington, Scarborough, Middlesbrough, Sunderland, across Hadrian’s wall, Bowness-on-soloway, Carlisle, Workington, Whitehaven, Barrow, Whitstable, Lancaster, Blackpool, Preston, Liverpool, Flint and Rhyl.

Gommie won the Soho House Newcomer award presented by Kate Bryan. With lockdown, the walking tour ended. Gommie lost a project, but he gained a method. His work is currently being exhibited as part of the Soho House Collection.

You can find Gommie on Instagram or visit his website.

Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One written and illustrated by Masami S.C.

After the past couple of years when life has been so challenging, Masami S.C decided to write and illustrate Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One to help young children come to terms with loss. When Serena got in touch about her project, I knew I had to feature it here on Linda’s Book Bag and I’m delighted to share my review today.

My enormous thanks to Serena for sending me a copy of Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One as well as Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of Identity and  Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Verbal Bully.

Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One is available for purchase through the links here and worldwide on Amazon.

Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One

Death is inevitable. No one likes to talk about it because it is such a depressing and emotional topic. Brown Bear & Oofie are best friends and have life learning experiences together. In The Loss of a Loved One, Brown Bear’s Grandma (Mimi), has died. Oofie helps Brown Bear with emotional support and they discuss the topic of death together. This book will help parents and kids ease into this very difficult fact of life. The detailed facial expressions of the two characters will help children connect with their own emotions and grief that they are experiencing from their personal loss of a loved one.
This book is not geared towards any one particular religion. Instead, it provides comfort and inspires the reader to keep an open mind about the possibilities of what happens to us once we depart.

My Review of Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One

A children’s book about the grieving process.

Those of you who know my reviews of children’s books will know I have a pet niggle and so I’m going to get it out of the way before I review The Loss of a Loved One properly. I really prefer words not to be written entirely in upper case letters, even in direct speech, as I don’t feel it models how we want children to learn to write. Right. That’s that done!

Although The Loss of a Loved One is a children’s book, I found the author’s introduction both moving and helpful as it is relevant to any child – whatever their age.

The story is simple as Brown Bear and Ooofie discuss Brown Bear’s Grandma Mimi who has just died. I liked the way Oofie introduced the death of a pet too as this is often the first encounter with death that children have, making The Loss of a Loved One relevant and relatable.

The more difficult vocabulary is highlighted and explained with a glossary of featured words at the end so that The Loss of a Loved One gently introduces language to help children articulate their emotions in a valuable and helpful manner. Indeed, the physical presentation of the book also helps here as there is a charmingly illustrated version of events in Brown Bear and Oofie’s conversation mostly on the right hand pages, with a second more detailed exposition on the left page which has plenty of white space and clear font for emergent and young readers to access so that grief is explained and explored with some practical advice given. This makes The Loss of a Loved One useful in a variety of situations from home and school to community venues. The robust cover ensures a durability in community setting too.

I particularly liked the illustrations in The Loss of a Loved One because they have a simple charm and as they don’t depict a particular race or ethnicity, being toys, there is no danger of exclusion.

Brown Bear and Oofie Present: The Loss of a Loved One is an important and helpful children’s book to help them and the adults in their lives, come to terms with grief and how to accept and overcome it. There’s the raising of what happens after death without any particular belief being advocated so that the story leads to further discussion. It is especially sensitive in explaining that we all react differently to grief and that no particular reaction is the correct one. I really recommend it.

About Masami S.C.

Masami S.C. is a pseudonym created by Serena Masami Caspary, a NYU graduate with a BFA in dance from Tisch School of the Arts.

For more information, visit The Brown Bear and Oofie website, or find them on Facebook and on Instagram.

Spotlighting Don’t Turn Away by Penelope Campling

When Alison Menzies got in touch about Don’t Turn Away: Stories of Troubled Minds in Fractured Times by Penelope Campling I was so sorry I simply couldn’t fit in reading it. In these difficult times of international, national and for many, personal, crisis I thought Don’t Turn Away sounded such an important book that I decided to feature it here on Linda’s Book Bag today.

Let’s find out more:

Don’t Turn Away: Stories of Troubled Minds in Fractured Times has been featured on BBC Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour and is published by Elliott & Thompson. Don’t Turn Away is available for purchase in all the usual places including here.

Don’t Turn Away

Stories of Troubled Minds in Fractured Times

Over the course of her 40-year career, psychiatrist and psychotherapist Penelope Campling has worked with patients from all walks of life, from survivors of abuse to ICU doctors struggling under the strain of Covid-19. She has seen many positive changes in how we approach mental health – and yet she is increasingly troubled by the state of our health services. Too often those suffering from serious mental illness are being neglected, locked away, even abused.

In Don’t Turn Away Campling takes us into the therapy room, offering unique insight into how we treat those in distress. She shows us how the progress made in a more optimistic era of psychiatry is fast being eroded; how our struggling healthcare system often fails those who need our support; and how crucial it is in today’s uncertain world that we do not turn away.

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I don’t know about you, but I think Don’t Turn Away sounds as if we all need to read it as soon as we can.

About Penelope Campling

Penelope Campling is a psychiatrist and psychotherapist, and a fellow of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. For twenty years, she ran the Leicester NHS service for people diagnosed with personality disorder.  She is  the co-author of the highly influential Intelligent Kindness: Rehabilitating the Welfare State (CUP, revised 2020) which led to her being awarded an honorary fellowship of the Royal College of General Practice. She  has worked with patients from all walks of life, from survivors of abuse to ICU doctors struggling under the strain of the Pandemic. She has seen many positive changes in how we approach mental health – and yet she is increasingly troubled that the progress made in a more hopeful era of psychiatry is fast being eroded and that our struggling healthcare system often fails those in greatest need.

The Lost Man of Bombay by Vaseem Khan

It’s several years since I first met the brilliant Vaseem Khan and discovered what an erudite, charming and downright lovely man he is, but although I have had that privilege several times, even introducing him at the Deepings Literary Festival, and have carried copies of his books to on holiday to India, Sri Lanka and Croatia, I’ve never before managed to read him! It’s more than time to correct that and I’m delighted to share my review of Vaseem’s latest book, The Lost Man of Bombay today. My huge thanks to Vaseem for ensuring I received a copy and to the folk at Hodder for sending me the book in return for an honest review.

The Lost Man of Bombay is published today, 18th August 2022 by Hodder and Stoughton and is available for purchase through the links here.

The Lost Man of Bombay

Bombay, 1950

When the body of a white man is found frozen in the Himalayan foothills near Dehra Dun, he is christened the Ice Man by the national media. Who is he? How long has he been there? Why was he killed?

As Inspector Persis Wadia and Metropolitan Police criminalist Archie Blackfinch investigate the case in Bombay, they uncover a trail left behind by the enigmatic Ice Man – a trail leading directly into the dark heart of conspiracy.

Meanwhile, two new murders grip the city. Is there a serial killer on the loose, targeting Europeans?

Rich in atmosphere, the thrilling third chapter in the CWA Historical Dagger-winning Malabar House series pits Persis against a mystery from beyond the grave, unfolding against the backdrop of a turbulent post-colonial India, a nation struggling to redefine itself in the shadow of the Raj.

My Review of The Lost Man of Bombay

Persis has several new cases to solve.

I must say at the outset that although The Lost Man of Bombay is the third book in the Malabar House series, it doesn’t matter at all if, like me, you haven’t read the first two; but be warned, after reading this one you’re going to want to read the others immediately. I just loved it!

In The Lost Man of Bombay there’s such a fluid and engaging style that the pages turn themselves. There’s a lightness of touch and a wry humour beneath Vaseem Khan’s writing that means he paints a vivid educational picture of India’s history, politics and geography without the reader actually realising how much they are learning at the same time as being brilliantly entertained. The Lost Man of Bombay truly transports the reader to post war India through the use of the senses, painterly descriptions and authoritative, assiduously researched, writing.

The plot is outrageously good, writhing along with dramatic pace so that it is impossible to guess the various reveals as they come, making for an exciting, ensnaring story. I loved the way Persis uncovered the truth with chapters ending on mini cliff hangers, or by her mind slipping to other events so that at the same time the plot is being revealed, Persis’ character is developed too.

And what a character Persis is. She’s fabulous. The first female Indian policewoman, she is multi-faceted and layered and by no means perfect, being spikey and quick-tempered as well as occasionally immature and selfish so that she feels all the more vivid and real. Her tortured feelings about her father, her position in society and about Archie make her absolutely of the era of The Lost Man of Bombay, yet simultaneously modern and fresh, ensuring she is relatable and appealing. Vaseem Khan has so engaged me with Persis’ character that I simply have to read the first two books in the Malabar House series to discover more about her back story and cannot wait for another adventure featuring her.

Adventure is just one aspect of Vaseem Khan’s wonderful narrative. There’s police procedural crime, historical fiction, intrigue and a smattering of romance that makes The Lost Man of Bombay such delicious storytelling of the very best kind. With humour and emotional connection added too, I absolutely adored The Lost Man of Bombay. It’s gone straight on the list of my favourite reads this year. Don’t miss it!

About Vaseem Khan

Vaseem Khan is the author of two crime series set in India, the Baby Ganesh Agency series set in modern Mumbai, and the Malabar House historical crime novels set in 1950s Bombay. His first book, The Unexpected Inheritance of Inspector Choprawas a Times bestseller, now translated into 15 languages. The second in the series won the Shamus Award in the US. In 2018, he was awarded the Eastern Eye Arts, Culture and Theatre Award for Literature. Vaseem was born in England, but spent a decade working in India.

Midnight at Malabar House, the first in his historical crime series, won the CWA Historical Dagger 2021, the pre-eminent prize for historical crime fiction in the worldHis book The Dying Day about the theft of one of the world’s great treasures, a 600 year old copy of Dante’s The Divine Comedy, stored at Bombay’s Asiatic Society.

For further information, visit Vaseem’s website, follow him on Twitter @VaseemKhanUK, or find him on Facebook and Instagram.

The Family Retreat by Bev Thomas

My enormous thanks to Sophie Portas for inviting me to participate in the blog tour for The Family Retreat by Bev Thomas and for sending me a copy of the book in return for an honest review. I’m delighted to share that review today.

The Family Retreat is published by Faber on 25th August 2022 and is available for purchase here.

The Family Retreat

When Rob decides the family needs to get away for the summer Jess is not convinced – won’t all the things they’re escaping be waiting for them on their return? But the kids are thrilled, and before long their idyllic little cottage, the sea air, and the feel of skin sticky from sun-cream, lollies and sand, begins to work its magic. Jess allows herself to sink into the holiday vibes – the family even make holiday friends.

The summer heat intensifies Jess – ever vigilant – unearths a secret, a problem she’s sure she can help solve. But things are not always as they seem. The water may look inviting but even the gentlest looking waves can hide the deadliest undercurrents.

As autumn approaches, Jess – and the reader – will come to realise this is going to end in a way no-one could have imagined…

My Review of The Family Retreat

It took me quite a while to read The Family Retreat because it felt so intense, so raw and so accurate that I needed to step back from time to time and process the depth of emotion and tension. I thought Bev Thomas’s ability to draw in the reader and make them experience what Jess experiences was exceptional.

I can’t say much about the plot for fear of spoiling the read for others, but what Bev Thomas does so completely brilliantly is a kind of sleight of hand that has the reader believing one thing before she hits them with a different reality that is breath taking. As the narrative drew to a close I felt literally rooted to my seat as I read, unable to tear myself away form what was happening.

The Family Retreat is fabulously written, and I loved the setting descriptions particularly. It comes as no surprise that the author was a psychologist as the authenticity, the sensitivity and the authority of the psychological elements is mesmerising, making the book a brilliant read. There are some difficult themes explored through the narrative that give The Family Retreat incredible depth and maturity.

I loved the characterisation because, through the lynchpin of Jess, we get to know the people in The Family Retreat so completely. Jess felt totally real to me and so many aspects of her personality resonated with me personally, particularly that of trying to be all things to all people, so that the narrative was all the more affecting. However, the one person who astounded me most was Polly who is a universal everywoman so familiar in today’s society. Helen’s response to Polly’s experiences has a seismic impact on the reader and I wish every politician and patriarchal figure could read The Family Retreat so that they understand the lives of so many in our society. Through these characters Bev Thomas gave me far greater clarity and understanding than any factual account has managed. A retreat suggests a place of reflection and learning and my word do these characters learn about themselves and others!

I’m aware this review is somewhat vague and indistinct but it’s hard to articulate thoughts without giving away too much. I can say, however, that I thought The Family Retreat was, quite simply, excellent – in style, subject matter, plot and character. I found it compelling, affecting and educational as well as totally entertaining. Don’t miss this one.

About Bev Thomas

Bev Thomas was a clinical psychologist in the NHS for many years. She currently works as an organisational consultant in mental health and other services. She lives in London with her family. Her debut novel, A Good Enough Mother, was published in 2019.

You can find Bev on Twitter @BevThomas20.

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The Lighthouse Bookshop by Sharon Gosling

Given that Sharon Gosling’s The House Beneath the Cliffs (reviewed here) was one of my books of the year in 2021, I was delighted to be offered the opportunity to review Sharon’s latest book, The Lighthouse Bookshop for the My Weekly website.

Published by Simon and Schuster on 18th August 2022, The Lighthouse Bookshop is available for purchase through the links here.

The Lighthouse Bookshop

At the heart of a tiny community in a remote village just inland from the Aberdeenshire coast stands an unexpected lighthouse. Built two centuries ago by an eccentric landowner, it has become home to the only bookshop for miles around.

Rachel is an incomer to the village. She arrived five years ago and found a place she could call home. So when the owner of the Lighthouse Bookshop dies suddenly, she steps in to take care of the place, trying to help it survive the next stage of its life.

But when she discovers a secret in the lighthouse, long kept hidden, she realises there is more to the history of the place than she could ever imagine. Can she uncover the truth about the lighthouse’s first owner? And can she protect the secret history of the place?

My Review of The Lighthouse Bookshop

My full review of The Lighthouse Bookshop can be found on the My Weekly website here.

However, what I can say here is that The Lighthouse Bookshop is just wonderful and I adored it. It’s gone straight on my list of books of the year.

Do visit My Weekly to read my full review here.

About Sharon Gosling

Sharon Gosling lives with her husband in a very remote village in northern Cumbia, where they moved to run a second-hand bookshop, Withnail Books in Penrith. She began her career in entertainment journalism, writing for magazines in the science fiction and fantasy genre, before moving on to write tie-in books for TV shows such as Stargate and the ‘re-imagined’ Battlestar Galactica. She has also written, produced and directed audio dramas based in the same genre.

When she’s not writing, she creates beautiful linocut artwork and is the author of multiple children’s books. The House Beneath the Cliffs is her first adult novel.

You can follow Sharon on Twitter @sharongosling and Instagram or visit her blog.

An Extract from The Couple at Causeway Cottage by Diane Jeffrey

I was fortunate to meet lovely Diane Jeffrey at Harrogate Crime Festival recently and I have a copy of The Couple at Causeway Cottage, Diane’s latest book, on my TBR. Today, just ahead of publication, I’m delighted to share an extract from The Couple at Causeway Cottage with you.

Published by Harper Collins’ imprint HQ Digital on 18th August 2022 The Couple at Causeway Cottage is available for pre-order through the links here.

The Couple at Causeway Cottage

NEW STARTS. OLD SECRETS.

Kat and Mark move to an island off the Northern Irish coast for a new beginning. Far away from their frantic life in London, it’s the perfect place to bring up the family they’re longing to start.

But as soon as they arrive, cracks begin to appear in their marriage. Mark is still texting his ex-wife. Kat is lying about a new friendship. And one of them is keeping an explosive secret about the past.

The couple in Causeway Cottage are hiding something – and the truth can be deadly…

A gripping page-turner with a shocking twist, perfect for fans of Lucy Clarke, Alice Feeney and Shari Lapena.

An extract from The Couple at Causeway Cottage

Chapter 1

It’s only when I’m on the ferry, minutes before arriving, that it hits me how isolated I will be. Standing on the deck, using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun, I glimpse the island for the first time. The cliffs, imposing and impressive, even from a distance, then the port, a speck bobbing in and out of view, becoming bigger and more distinct as we approach. Until now, I’ve only seen images of Rathlin from googling it: a map of a small island shaped like a boomerang or an upside-down sock, pictures of its two churches and its white seafront cottages as well as – and this was the clincher when Mark tried to talk me into moving here – numerous photos of seals and birds.

When I announced I was going to live on a tiny island I’d never been to before, everyone was astonished. I still can’t believe it myself. But new home, new start. The decision wasn’t as rash as it sounds. As I explained to my friends, my dad was from Northern Ireland, so it feels a bit like going back to my roots. And it’s familiar territory for Mark. He grew up eight miles away in Ballycastle, where he recently secured a place for his mother in a nursing home. It was the best thing to do – the only thing to do, but he’s riddled with guilt. An only child who has lost his father, Mark is very close to his mum. I can certainly relate to that. It’s only natural he should also want to be closer to her geographically, especially as she’s so ill.

At the time, it felt like the right decision for me, too. The right move. For several reasons. I mentally tick them off on my fingers as I try to curb the uneasiness swelling inside me. Thumb: I grew up in Devon and I miss the ocean. Index: I was desperate to escape the frantic rhythm of London. Middle finger: I’ve always wanted to be an outdoor photographer – wildlife or landscapes. Rathlin will provide the perfect playground for me to pursue this goal. Ring finger: with its tight-knit community and tiny primary school, Rathlin Island strikes me as an ideal place to bring up our children when they come along. Little finger: the smallest digit on my hand, but an important consideration nonetheless – both Mark and I needed to get away from his ex-wife.

But enumerating all the advantages of this move does nothing to allay my agitation. I’m out of sync with the calm sea.

‘Mark, show me the photos of our house again,’ I say.

‘You’ll see it with your own eyes in a few minutes.’ He hands me his mobile, an amused look on his face, clearly mistaking my jitteriness for excitement.

The estate agent showed Mark around the house while he was over three months ago visiting his mother, who has dementia. He took lots of photos and I’ve swiped through them on his phone so many times I can visualise in detail the place I’ll call home from now on. But I had to make do with a virtual visit of the three-bedroom detached cottage we’ve bought. It doesn’t have a garden, but neither of us is green-fingered, and with it being so close to the beach, that didn’t bother us.

We’d initially been looking for a house on the mainland, but when Causeway Cottage went up for sale, our plans changed. Mark has always had this romantic notion about living on an island and this was the chance of a lifetime. It was the only suitable place for sale on Rathlin – the others were new builds, social housing – so we had to snap it up quickly. I was terrified we’d be gazumped – a word I didn’t even know before Mark made a verbal offer on the house – and delighted when all the paperwork was finally signed and Causeway Cottage was officially ours.

But it feels disconcerting now, moving into a house I’ve only ever seen in photos. Is it because I don’t like the idea of living in a house where someone died? I shudder, then berate myself for being morbid. I’m on my way to a beautiful island, where I’ll be living the dream. It’s not like I’m being ferried across the River Styx.

I give Mark back his mobile. He smiles at me, his turquoise eyes blazing in the sun. A rictus stretches across my face as I force myself to smile back.

‘The finish line’s in sight,’ Mark says, as we make our way to the car, which is laden to the hilt with our mattress strapped to the roof rack. His Northern Irish accent is already more pronounced, even though he hasn’t talked to anyone except me since we left London.

As Mark starts up the car and drives slowly off The Spirit of Rathlin and onto the island itself, I sigh with relief. We travelled for nearly fourteen hours yesterday – getting up at six a.m. and driving from London to Liverpool to take the ferry to Belfast, driving north from there as far as the coastal town of Ballycastle, where we stayed overnight at the house my mother-in-law lived in until very recently. Our crossing this morning – from Ballycastle Harbour to Rathlin – was mercifully short. The first boat of the day and the last leg of the journey.

Causeway Cottage is barely a minute’s drive from the harbour, halfway up a steep hill. I throw off my seatbelt and leap out of the car before Mark can even turn off the engine. Standing at the front gate, I take it in. Now I’m here, I can finally get a feel for the place. The house is quaint and perfectly symmetrical. Red roses climb up the pure white walls on both sides of the front door and, for a second, I picture the cottage as a child might draw it, like a face, the flowers depicting red lips curling upwards as if the house is smiling at me. Or maybe it’s laughing at me. The upstairs windows are eyes, their sills thick lines, pencilled with black kohl. I wonder what they see when they look down at me.

‘It needs a bit of work on the façade and on the roof,’ Mark says, materialising beside me, ‘but other than that, the property’s in pretty good shape.’ I wonder if he’s repeating the estate agent’s words. ‘So, what do you think?’

‘It’s beautiful. Like a cottage in a fairy tale.’ I turn to look at him, but instead my gaze is drawn to the old, stone building behind him. ‘I hadn’t realised the cottage was so close to the church.’

‘We don’t have to go,’ he says jokingly. ‘Apparently there’s no bell-ringing, so we can still have a lie-in on Sundays.’

‘I was thinking more of the graveyard.’ My imagination fills in what I can’t make out, even with my neck craned: tombstones, scattered across the hillside, overlooking the sea and exposed to the elements. Frosty fingers walk down my spine as I wonder if the previous owner of our cottage is buried there.

‘The estate agent assured me our new neighbours are only noisy one night a year.’

Mark’s jovial mood is infectious. ‘Let me guess,’ I say, playing along. ‘Hallowe’en.’

Mark chuckles. ‘You got it.’

I laugh, too.

‘That church doesn’t actually have a graveyard,’ Mark adds. ‘The island’s only burial ground is at the other one.’ As he says that, I remember reading it online.

Mark whisks me up into his arms and carries me up the path to the front door. ‘I didn’t think this through,’ he says, setting me down to fish the key out of his jeans pocket. Then he opens the front door, picks me up again and carries me over the threshold, the two of us giggling like newly-weds.

The first thing I notice is the smell. A stale odour only partially masked by disinfectant and bleach. It’s because it has been shut up for a few weeks, I tell myself. I walk through to the living room, past what I know from Mark is a working fireplace, and fling open the windows to let in the sea air.

‘Wow,’ I breathe. The village sprawls below us and, beyond that, the sea stretches to the horizon.

‘The views are even better from upstairs.’ Mark grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to the front bedroom – the master bedroom.

A cool breeze wafts in through the window when Mark opens it and I shiver.

‘Cold?’ Mark asks.

‘Not really. I was wondering which room the last owner died in. It wasn’t in here, was it?’

‘I don’t know, Kat. I didn’t think to ask.’ He combs his fingers through his wavy, salt and pepper hair. ‘He was an old man. He died peacefully in his sleep.’

‘It probably was in our bedroom, then.’

‘Does it matter? I don’t think the house is haunted.’

I’m being ridiculous. The house doesn’t feel creepy. It’s smaller than it looked in the photos, but it’s massive compared to the flat we were renting in Hammersmith.

We spend the next half an hour or so walking around the house, upstairs and downstairs, opening cupboards and doors and planning where our furniture will go when it arrives. The removals van won’t make it as far as the island – we’ll unload everything at my mother-in-law’s house, then we’ll decide what to keep and bring over on the ferry and what to get rid of or replace.

Mark’s mother had a lot of stuff in her house – she’s a bit of a hoarder – but Mark cleared out most of it when he was offered a place for her in the care home. She insisted Mark should sell her house, and anything in it that would fetch some money, to cover the fees. The house wouldn’t have suited us, not permanently. It’s a very small bungalow with no sea views. On top of that, it’s on a busy road. So we didn’t see ourselves living there. We’d intended to stay there temporarily and take our time finding our dream home. But when Causeway Cottage came onto the market, everything happened more quickly than we’d anticipated and now we’re about to become islanders.

Secretly, I was relieved we wouldn’t be living in Ballycastle itself. As my mind wanders to the fortnight I spent there the summer I turned fifteen, Mark provides a welcome interruption to a painful memory and snaps me back to the present.

‘Shall we do some unpacking?’ he says. ‘Then we can go for a pub lunch.’

*

McCuaig’s Bar is on the seafront. Sitting outside at the wooden picnic table, I tuck into my scampi ravenously, enjoying the squawking of the seagulls. I take a sip of Mark’s beer. I’d love a glass of wine, but I’ve resolved to cut back on drinking. When I stopped taking the pill a few months ago, we hadn’t discussed moving to Northern Ireland. I suppose, with the stress and upheaval of the move, it’s just as well I didn’t get pregnant before now, and there was little chance of it happening with Mark away so often for work. But now would be the perfect time for me to get pregnant and I know too much alcohol could affect my fertility.

I finish my meal and put down my knife and fork. Feeling the sun warm my face, I close my eyes and tip back my head. Then I open them and look around me. At the table next to ours, two tourists are chatting animatedly, their backpacks on the ground by their feet. At another table, a man is sitting by himself, but there’s an empty plate and pint glass opposite him. He’s wearing a checked shirt with his sleeves rolled up and he’s holding a hamburger with paint-stained hands.

Mark drains his beer. ‘I think I’ll have another one,’ he says. ‘Sure you don’t want a drink?’

‘I shouldn’t.’

‘I don’t suppose one will hurt,’ Mark says. ‘We should be celebrating!’

‘Go on, then,’ I say, cursing myself for being so weak-willed. ‘I’ll have a glass of white wine.’

Mark gets up to fetch our drinks from the bar. He clambers over the wooden bench and walks straight into a man carrying a pint of lager in each hand.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Mark says. ‘That was terribly clumsy of me.’

‘Don’t worry, mate. No harm done.’ His voice is deep and sonorous. He’s at least six foot two and towers over Mark, even though my husband isn’t short.

‘I’ve spilt beer all down your T-shirt.’ Mark is clearly mortified.

‘It’s no big deal. It was dirty anyway. These are work clothes.’

As Mark continues to apologise profusely and insists on replacing the pints, the stranger glances my way briefly, although I don’t think he takes me in. When he turns back to Mark, his expression has changed, as if he’s struggling not to lose his temper. Perhaps because of Mark’s fussing, he’s more annoyed now than when Mark collided with him. I watch, mesmerised, as a red flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks and a vein in his forehead bulges. I would find the transformation amusing if it wasn’t so dramatic. But he looks as though he might punch Mark if his hands were free. Instead, he clenches his jaw and glares at him.

As Mark scuttles inside, the man makes his way over to his table. Taking his seat opposite the guy in the checked shirt, he looks so calm and collected I wonder if I imagined his change in demeanour. I sneak a glance at him over my shoulder. He has a large, slightly hooked nose. Huge biceps. His fair hair is unkempt and a little too long, framing his suntanned face. If not exactly handsome, he’s certainly attractive.

Mark comes back, carrying a tray with four glasses on it. He puts the tray down on our table and takes the pints over to the two men, apologising again.

‘His face is familiar,’ Mark says when he has sat down. ‘I’m sure I know him from somewhere.’

I turn to look at the man again, but he’s staring our way and, catching his eye, I whip my head back to face Mark.

‘I’ve never seen him before in my life,’ I say. ‘Maybe you went to school together.’

‘Maybe.’ Mark sounds dubitative. ‘I think I knew him when I was younger, but I don’t think it was at school.’

‘It’s hard to place people out of context sometimes. Hey, maybe he’s a celebrity and you’ve seen him on TV.’

Mark isn’t listening to me. His eyebrows pinch together into a frown. ‘I’m pretty sure I didn’t like him.’

‘What makes you say that?’

Mark shrugs.

‘Oh well,’ I say brightly, ‘with a bit of luck, you won’t bump into him again.’

I hadn’t intended it as a pun, but Mark laughs wryly. ‘If I do, next time I’ll make sure not to knock beer down his front.’ But then his face clouds over. He leans towards me and lowers his voice. ‘I’ve got this strange feeling about him. Sort of gut instinct. Like he’s bad news. I can’t quite put my finger on it.’

I remember the thunderous look that came over the man earlier, when I thought he wanted to hit Mark. Perhaps I didn’t misread his expression after all.

****

Ooh. I really need to bump up The Couple at Causeway Cottage immediately. I’m not sure I trust Mark and I want to find out more!

Don’t forget you can pre-order The Couple at Causeway Cottage here.

About Diane Jeffrey

Diane Jeffrey is a USA Today bestselling author. She grew up in North Devon and Northern Ireland. She now lives in Lyon, France, with her husband and their three children, Labrador and cat.

Diane has written five psychological thrillers, all published by HQ / HarperCollins.

The Guilty Mother, Diane’s third book, was a USA Today bestseller and her fourth novel, The Silent Friend, was a Karin Slaughter pick for ASDA.

The Couple at Causeway Cottage is her latest thriller and is set on the remote island of Rathlin, off the Northern Irish coast.

She is currently working on her sixth psychological thriller, which will be released in 2023.

Diane is an English teacher. When she’s not working or writing, she likes swimming, running and reading. She loves chocolate, beer and holidays. Above all, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends.

For further information follow Diane on Instagram and Twitter @dianefjeffrey, visit her website or on Facebook.