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Monday, 19 October 2015
The #BooktagsBlogHop - The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George. And my vampire novella is on Amazon!
Today I'm participating in Toi Thomas' #BooktagsBlogHop. Right up my alley. How about you? Not too late to tag along. The link is in my sidebar.
Here's what Toi has to say:
The purpose of this blog hop is for readers and writers to share what they are reading, have read, are writing, or have written with others. This is not about promoting free or discounted books, though some of those may be featured. This is about book lovers sharing what they love about books. This blog hop is about the Joy of Reading and the Joy of Writing and is hosted by me, Toi Thomas, the 3rd Mondayof each month.
First, here is my overview, then an excerpt from a favourite book I've read recently. I've read several in October, but one that stays with me is The Little Paris Bookshop. What a quirky little book about Jean Perdu who calls himself a 'literary apothecary', which translates to mean a bookseller who discerns which book/s you need/don't need to read at a given moment in your life. He lives on a beautifully-restored barge on the Seine in Paris near Notre Dame and, being a troubled soul himself, his aim is to help other troubled souls. But the person he can't cure of torment is himself. He's nursed a broken heart for twenty odd years, when the love of his life left him. When a strange turn of events pops up and he actually reads the letter his ex-lover sent him, he realises that he's been a fool--his lover was dying and was hoping he'd visit her before her death, 21 years ago. So the story gets underway when on a whim, he unhooks his barge and heads downriver to Provence, to reacquaint himself with his past. But not before bestselling author Max jumps on board. The barge trip includes many unusual adventures, a love story to France's beautiful rivers and coasts and a completely charming ending. An extract can't do justice to what I love about this book, but I'll try. Here is an extract close to the beginning which gives you an idea of the quirkiness of the story: 'No,' Monsieur Perdu said. 'I'd rather not sell you this book.' Gently he pried Night from the lady's hand. Of the many novels on his book barge - the vessel moored on the Seine that he had named Literary Apothecary - she had inexplicably chosen the notorious bestseller by Maximilian 'Max' Jordan, the earmuff wearer from the third floor in Rue Montagnard. (M. Perdu's apartment building). The customer looked at the bookseller, taken aback. 'Why not?' 'Max Jordan doesn't suit you.' 'Max Jordan doesn't suit me?' 'That's right. He's not your type.' 'My type. Okay. Excuse me, but maybe I should point out to you that I've come to your book barge for a book. Not a husband, mon cher Monsieur.' 'With all due respect, what you read is more important in the long term than the man you marry, ma chère Madame.' She looked at him through eyes like slits. 'Give me the book, take my money, and we can both pretend it's a nice day.' 'It is a nice day, and tomorrow is the start of summer, but you're not going to get this book. Not from me. May I suggest a few others?' 'Right, and flog me some old classic you're too lazy to throw overboard where it can poison the fish?' 'Books aren't eggs, you know. Simply because a book has aged a bit doesn't mean it's gone bad.' There was an edge to M. Perdu's voice. 'What is wrong with old? Age isn't a disease. We all grow old, even books. But are you, is anyone, worth less, or less important, because they've been around for longer?' 'It's absurd how you're twisting everything, all because you don't want me to have that stupid Night book.' *** 'Hello?' called M. Perdu. 'Can I help you?' 'I'm not looking for anything,' croaked Max Jordan. The bestselling author stepped tentatively forward with a honeydew melon in each hand, his obligatory earmuffs riveted to his head. 'Have the three of you been standing there long, M. Jordan?' Jordan nodded, and a blush of embarrassment spread to the roots of his dark hair. 'I arrived just as you were refusing to sell my book to that lady,' he said unhappily. Oh dear. That was rather bad timing.
What I am writing: As well as reading, I've been writing/editing up a storm. At 8.10 pm Sunday night, I finally pressed Publish for my vampire novella which I told you about last week. Cutting it fine for Halloween. Wish me well. More later. My cover designer, Jennie, decided to have her baby early, so with my husband's help, I came up with this temporary cover. What do you think? Now available on Amazon worldwide. I've included the most popular links...Of course, I'd love it if you bought it for the low price of 99c and wrote a short review, even though I understand that huge TBR list you have!
The WEP Halloween challenge goes live this Wednesday. Still not too late to jump onboard and share something scary that someone else created, or something you created. Submit your name and URL to your post in my sidebar. Have a great week!