All posts tagged: life

Announcing Friends & Other Liars blog tour

§ Debut Novel Explores Secrets Among Friends…and Other Liars Sometimes the secrets we keep are more dangerous than the ones we reveal… When Ruby St. James returns to her hometown of Chatwick, Vermont, it’s under the worst circumstances. It’s been ten years since she’s been home, and [a]s the secrets begin to trickle out, Ruby struggles between the pull to reconnect with the friends who once meant so much to her and the desperate need to keep the secret that changed her life. Told from alternating viewpoints and flashbacks, Friends and Other Liars is the story of five friends coming to terms with what it means to betray the ones who love you most. § Friends and Other Liars is a debut novel by Kaela Coble. Don’t miss it here tomorrow: book review excerpt Q&A with Kaela Coble  

Review: If I die before I wake ~ by Emily Koch

This title was rather kindly sent to me by the publishers, Random House UK / Vintage. This review has also been published to NetGalley, GoodReads, LinkedIn, and my social media accounts. the blurb: HOW DO YOU SOLVE YOUR OWN MURDER? Everyone believes Alex is in a coma, unlikely to ever wake up. As his family debate withdrawing life support, and his friends talk about how his girlfriend Bea needs to move on, he can only listen. But Alex soon begins to suspect that the accident that put him here wasn’t really an accident. Even worse, the perpetrator is still out there and Alex is not the only one in danger. As he goes over a series of clues from his past, Alex must use his remaining senses to solve the mystery of who tried to kill him, and try to protect those he loves, before they decide to let him go. A stunning edge-of-your-seat debut novel with an unforgettable narrator. the review: If I die before I wake is Emily Koch’s debut novel, but you …

mal au cœur

      He sits by my side, his gaze seemingly stuck somewhere behind the computer screen. I talk to him, softly. Again. But still I get no reply. I stop what I am doing and I lean back, inconspicuously observing him somewhat more attentively than before, from the corner of my eye. Something is eating him up inside, I know him only too well. I just wish he’d talk to me. I’ve got everything sorted into neat piles on the bed, right there in front of us. We’ve stopped for a while, giving ourselves a little breather, alongside a cuppa and a biccie, and a wee little fluttering of wings around Twitter. Just to see if there are any new instalments in any of the sagas that have had our attention absorbed for the last few months — if not Brexit then May, if not May then Labour, if not Labour then Trump, if not either or each of them, or all of them combined in one great big heavy over-looming shadow, then this dismaying state …

and what does daisy see

      I want to know what does daisy see – does she see the tree against the blueness of skies, does she see the hand and the eyes? Does she ever think of the hours, does she see the fingers who decapitate flowers? Does she ever hunger for flight in the middle of the night? I want to know what daisy does see within and beyond all this glory of the dewed and freshly green grass – does she ever see time as it slowly comes to pass?       >© Nina Light CC-BY-NC-ND