#i am getting the urge to put all of this in a spreadsheet lol

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✨ First Lines Meme ✨

Rules:  Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel!

This feels like sorting things to my brain, so I am feeling very !!! about this rn. (Also. I didn't figure out how to change text color on tumblr until literally just now, so that's fun c:)

Zevwen, Cullavellan, Fenhawke

AO3 First Lines:

Byways and Lay-bys (Zevran/Tabris, 1,855 Words):

The fight was quick and brutal.

Palimpsest (Fenris/Hawke, 11,038 Words)

Hate had been scrawled over Fenris’s skin long ago.

As Two Reflected Stars (Fenris/Hawke, 12,436 Words)

“Well, what do you want to do, Fenris?” Hawke asked, crouched beside him with her elbows resting on her knees. 

Katabasis (Cullen/Lavellan, 25,324 Words)

“Dying.”

Sleight of Hand (Fenris/Hawke, 7,470 Words)

In the hours before showtime, Hawke sometimes liked to come to the stage and stand just behind the curtains.

Book of Memories (Cullen/Lavellan, 62,304 Words)

Echo—a basement or dungeon, dim and close and stinking.

Pour Forth (Fenris/Hawke, 3,845 Words)

The first time she said it, Fenris had just taken a crushing blow to his leg on the Wounded Coast.

Breath of Life (Zevran/Tabris, 7,562 Words)

“When I heard that the great Zevran had gone rogue, I simply had to see it for myself.”

Winter's Grasp (Fenris/Hawke, 4,834 Words)

Winter hung heavy over Kirkwall.

Your Fate for Mine (Cullen/Lavellan, bg Fenris/Hawke, 129,681 Words)

How long had they been running through this endless dreamscape of rocks and seas and the endless, roiling green sky?

Cracking up at Katabasis haha. I decided to do a couple of my WIP ones under the cut and I'll stick the analysis there, too, for neatness. But for now:

Tagging @scribbledquillz @heniareth @zenstrike and you!! (I've just realized idk how many of my new mutuals write fic and I don't want to pressure anyone who hasn't posted unfinished stuff yet! please count yourself tagged if you want to do this!)

WIP First Lines:

Aerolite (Fenris/Hawke, 4,214 Words so far)

Hawke was not unobservant.

Stardust in her Hair (Josie/Lavellan, 1,995 Words so far)

Josie had never really been much of a teacher.

When to Walk Away (post-Act 2 Fenris/Hawke, 1694 Words)

Hawke had finished fixing her clothes and hair before she stepped out of the Rose.

These Last Strands (Fenris/Hawke, 2,992 Words)

“Hawke will come for me.”

Signifying Nothing (no pairings/ Hawke & trauma, 3,544 Words)

“What does it say?” Hawke asked.

Contrivances (Zevran/Tabris, 2,252 Words)

Something had been weighing on Arianwen’s mind for hours.

Leave With the Tide (Zevran/Tabris, 698 Words)

Arianwen didn’t understand what Zevran was saying to her at first.

Analysis:

So choosing a very concrete and short sentence to start is definitely intentional. As a reader, I like to have at least one basic detail about what's going on before I dive into a story. If I have to wade through a lot of commas and clauses to figure out what's going on, I tend to check out a little bit.

I also like to state who is the POV character close to the beginning, which is why a lot of them tend to have at least one name in them. I think it takes out some of the confusion jumping into a story (and w/third person, since anyone at all could be talking, including an unseen narrator, I like to anchor the text to one person to start if I'm not describing a big, chaotic scene).

Beyond that, I like to try to reflect the mood and/or tension in the story with the first line.

YFFM's is long and sort of dreamy because I wanted it to mirror Elowen's sense of detachment from what's happening.

The short, hard start for Katabasis is like that because Salshira finding out that she's dying is like this giant, immovable rock dropped into the stream of her life. It's not something she can get around. It's a slap in the face. I wanted to mimic that in the flow of the text.

I also like to establish contradictions and circle back around at the end of a fic, so sometimes (Josie had never really been much of a teacher) the first line is directly contradicted within the next few lines or paragraphs (Josie was…for once, she was glad to have been wrong). Idk, I just like people lying to themselves. I like making it clear to the reader that their self-perception is a lie, an obfuscation, or an act of self-deception. Or---in this case, it's a way to exhibit that anxiety does not always play out the way you feared.

I also went through and looked at the last few fics I posted on tumblr, but I chose not to add those here because most of them were from the micro-fic prompts. Unlike the other things I write, I tend to pack as much information as possible into each sentence of those prompts, so I didn't think they were as indicative of how I write. Since sentences are at a premium, they just don't wind up flowing as well as other things I've written.

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2019.

Welcome to my annual accounting of things I loved, 2019 edition. 

I’m realizing the pattern here is to start this with a reflection of how I rang in the year but 2019 crept in pretty calmly: no big bugs to kill, no spontaneous sobs to a Sharon Van Etten song. On the first day of this year, I woke up and cleaned the house and, I don’t know, probably went to Big Bear and got a coffee and took a nap. Since it’s nearly the end of the decade, I could start there, but I couldn’t tell you where I was for New Year’s Eve, 2009; if I had to guess, I’d put myself at a friend’s house on the North Shore, drinking PBR with the guys and listening to pop-punk. That winter I was convinced I wouldn’t return to Poughkeepsie, I was so miserable, but when I did things started to fall into place.

I think my goal for this year was roughly something like, Just put your head down and do the work. When you are tempted to get fed up and wither from frustration or have a big ego about not getting what you want, just put your head down and do the work. I don’t know if I did that, exactly, if I really stuck to the goal, but every so often in a particularly challenging moment the goal would come into focus at the front of my mind and I’d sigh and acquiesce and nod at the work ahead of me. I got a lot done, I think; in this way I got a lot done. It was nice to be reminded about how the process can be the goal -- something I thought about a lot this year. Sometimes the goal looks like a result, but it’s really the habit I’m after.

I’d like to keep that up next year. 2019 was a year of cultivating; 2020, maybe, will be a year of action. Or maybe not! Maybe nothing flowers until 2021 or beyond. Or maybe I start tearing things up by the roots in 2020, who knows! 

So anyway. Here’s to 2019, and here’s a list (more or less alphabetized -- why not!) of ten things that helped me make it through.

annie’s homegrown birthday cake bunny grahams

My official snack of the year. Over the summer I was visiting MZ in Brooklyn and we got snacks at their neighborhood grocery store and I bought these, which are meant to celebrate the 30th anniversary of this snack company, taste like funfetti cake, and are definitely meant for/marketed to children. But anyway I ate the whole box and then sought them out at every Whole Foods in my vicinity (because I went online and WH is apparently basically the only place you can find them?) and started preaching the good word to anyone who was looking for a snack. By, like, September I had eaten so many of these that I could no longer stomach them, so I’ve been on a brief hiatus, but still: snack of the year.

keeping lists

I started this year with a big digital spreadsheet called “2019 things” where I intended to keep lists: all the new albums and songs that struck me, all the old albums and songs I got obsessed with, the places I wanted to travel in the year. I kept adding tabs: the books I finished, my financial priorities, stuff I wanted to make sure to read or watch. I was pretty diligent about updating them -- I wrote down every book I read, but definitely forgot to add a couple albums; I never made it to Philly this year. I started keeping gratitude lists (analog) towards the end of year, too, because in college a friend told me it helps rewire the brain away from pessimism, or something. 

meditation

Before this year, I’ve never had a serious relationship with meditation, but it always seemed like the kind of thing I would like. In mid-January I got struck by the urge to try it, so I did, and kept it up for a few days, and then I fell off, and then I got back on, and now, somehow, it’s been three-hundred-something days of it in a row. I have learned to find a quiet moment in a nice corner of my room before work, but also in a tent in the Catskills, in a guest room in Wales, in a hotel in Georgia, on a walk through Brooklyn, in my childhood bedroom. My life and brain don’t feel, like, enormously different or changed, but that’s good; it feels useful to keep showing up to something without expectation.

my siblings

Having a big family means every year is inevitably a big year for someone, but this was, somehow, a big year for all of my siblings. Mostly good things: health and healing, a wedding and a graduation, a license acquired and a course of study started and jobs well done. It doesn’t feel good to get into the hard stuff here, but there was a lot of that, too -- a lot of grueling bullshit overcome. After the wedding I almost texted everyone just to say how proud I was of all of them, but naturally I chickened out. But I really am proud!

navy blue

Longtime readers of, uh, *gestures wildly* whatever this is may recall that last year I claimed I only wore black but might be interested in navy blue? This year I determined that navy blue is so good: the color of the deep ocean, the night sky, my first Catholic school uniform. I bought navy jumpsuits, a sweatshirt, a scrunchie. I wore navy-adjacent eyeliner just in the corners of my eyes most days of July and August and September. I’m wearing a navy blue sweater right now. A good year for navy. 

“not” by big thief

My song of the year, which I knew from the first time I heard it. So much of this year (the news, the planet, global catastrophes, mass violence, etc. not to mention personal failures) felt hopeless and dreadful, but also so constant and exhausting that I wasn’t sure I could keep summoning anger, never mind do it in a useful way. I love this song because it is about abjection in the same way it isn’t about anything, about absence as presence, about not-knowing as knowing. It is desperate without being hopeless, explosive without being violent, or maybe: violent without being harmful. It’s about transcending language and different kinds of language and using whichever tools you have (Words are good enough). It’s about being swallowed whole by the everything-ness, a theme that came up in so much of the work I loved this year, the subject of an essay I’ll never write (lol). Music Twitter™ got into an argument about whether this band is good; I feel so sure of my love for this song (and most of what this band does) that I, for once, didn’t immediately assume I was a fool, or being had, just because someone disagrees with me. Instead it felt delicious and special to resonate with a thing that doesn’t resonate for everyone, a rare and generous experience for me. Imagine that.

pottery

At the beginning of the year I signed up for a ten-week session of pottery classes at a studio in Georgetown, and then when I told M, he wanted to join (by which I felt incredibly endeared). Then it became ten more weeks, then ten more, and since then we’ve gone nearly every Thursday night. Some things that are nice: learning to to make something with my hands, especially after staring at a screen all day; not being able to look at my phone or read the news for several hours (related: so many of the Democratic debates happened on Thursday nights!); having a standing weekly date with my favorite person. Nearly everyone in our lives got lumpy bowls, vases, etc. for Christmas this year, of which we are very proud.

“rooms on fire” by stevie nicks

This year, Stevie Nicks became the first woman be inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame twice and so Rolling Stone interviewed her about her fabulous career. In the interview, Rob Sheffield said his favorite song of hers is “Ooh My Love” from The Other Side of the Mirror, which is an album I had never listened to before, so I started listening and the first song just hooked me. It’s so dramatic and magical and moody! It’s right up there on the Apple Music-generated playlist of my most-played songs of the year.

stockholm

For several years one of my repeated resolutions was “go to Scandinavia.” Sweden has always been the big goal, but Oslo seemed possible for a minute, and in 2013 I did briefly entertain the idea of going to graduate school in Finland. (Imagine!) This year I got really fed up of having not really, you know, taken a proper vacation since starting my job, so I took a full week off after my sister’s wedding and planned a solo trip to Stockholm. Each day of my trip I woke up whenever I woke up and I explored a different island; I went for long runs, drank coffee, ate kardemummabullar, took the subway across town, saw a one-of-a-kind Viking ship. I burst into tears at the Moderna Museet, ate through a vegetarian tasting menu at the Fotografiska, had an extremely lovely spa experience. I read three books in a week. I loved every second of it.

wigs

I bought a big gaudy pink wig this spring in anticipation of seeing Sasha Velour’s one-woman show in New York -- or, I told myself I bought it for that reason, but I think I really just wanted the possibility of wearing a big gaudy pink wig at will. After the Sasha show, I wore it to see Robyn at The Anthem, and was delighted when, after I put a picture on Instagram, a handful of people in my life thought I had a) dyed my hair pastel pink and b) grew my hair ~half a foot over the weekend. (I wish!) I think I’ll wear it for our house’s beach-themed NYE party, too.

everything else 

frequent, long drives with M; songs about solidarity; the #saltypod; custom t-shirts; craving waffles; having an e-reader; the concept of “the archive”; choosing kindness; threatening to move to rural new england to work on a farm; being in love

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Fluffy ducks and fudge monkeys. I am beginning to wish I gave up blogging after all. What a week. In a good way, but lordy, what a week.

Now for those who don’t know, I am a National Transport Manager by day. International if you take into account that I also look after Ireland. This year we are launching quite a change to our systems and it means quite a few depot visits as a result. Depot visits mean early mornings. Not so bad when it’s my local depot, a bit more painful when it’s not. This week was not. Typically, when at home my day starts between 08:00 and 08:30 and lasts until around 17:30 to 18:00. Not too bad, huh. If I’m at a depot, my days starts at 06:30. When I’m travelling to said depot the same day, this can typically mean my day starting at 03:00… I’ll just leave that thought there.

This week I have also had quite a bit on book wise. Not book post wise, I should clarify. I’m back to my usual zero envelopes through the door again this week lol. No biggie as I picked up just one or two new titles myself while out and about. No. This week I had a few bookish events on and as I stop now to write this post, I think I’ve worked out why I’m a little bit tired. I’ll just lay out my week for you. See what you think.

Monday:

Up at 02:00. Leave home at 03:15 and arrive in Bracknell at 06:00 after a short coffee break at Oxford services. Spend day with visitors from two of our European subs and leave RDC at around 14:30. Head to hotel in Twickenham for the night.

15:30 head to Richmond for train into London. Have another cup of coffee and do a bit of reading. Catch 17:00 train from Richmond into London to attend my first ever First Monday crime. Fabulous evening spent in the company of bookish friends and listening to Mark Edwards, Ann Cleeves, Lilja Sigurdardottir and Caz Frear talk about their books with Rod Reynolds. Nice to catch up with Karen Sullivan, albeit briefly. She invites me to Lilja’s book launch on Wednesday at the Icelandic Embassy no less. 😁

Post event head to the pub for a brief catch up with Jacob Collins, Katherine Sunderland, Victoria Goldman, Joy Kluver, Timea Cassera, Karen Sullivan, Gabriela Harding and Amer Anwar. Head back to Richmond for the short drive back to the hotel. Arrive back at the hotel 22:30. Head to bed. Phew.

Tuesday:

Up at 04:45 to shower and get ready for the day ahead. Do a touch of blogmin and leave the hotel around 05:50 for what now feels like the ten-mile hike back to the car park (only because I’m tired and it’s early). Arrive at RDC around 06:30. Spend the morning with the visitors and doing some budget work then leave Bracknell at around 12:45 to drive back home. Arrive home around 15:15 with a brief stop at Oxford services for coffee and cous cous. Don’t ask.

Wednesday:

Lie In!!! Up at normal o’clock (whatever that means) and leave home at 09:15 for the drive into London (yes again). Meet my Estate Agent in Greenford to go and take a look at a couple of industrial units as we are searching for extra property around the capital. Look at units – very interesting (not). Head back towards Richmond and kill a bit of time in Caffe Nero, managing emails, doing some budget work and catching up on everything I miss while driving. Buy my team a lovely Danish pastry bar (I’m nice like that) and then head into London for the book launch. Arrive a tad too early so grab a coffee and do some more emails (as you do) and buy a few books. Well I was in Waterstones. Seemed rude not to. 17:30 I make the short walk to the Icelandic Embassy and attend the book launch. Fabulous evening had by all.

Had a great evening getting to know Jacky Collins, and meeting Barry Forshaw and Leigh Russell as well as catching up with Timea and Karen again. Leave the party around 20:00 for short trip back to my car and the oh so brief drive home. Still Wednesday when I arrive back and head to bed. Just…

Thursday:

Head into the office for 08:30. Normal day of boring spreadsheets. Feed my Admin team their Danish pastry. It keeps them quiet for a bit. Clear down some more emails. They now stand at nearly 2000 messages in the in box. Manage them down to a marginally less depressing 1700. Leave work at 17:30. Woohoo. Do my laundry. Not so woohoo.

Friday:

Rinse and repeat Thursday. Well not quite. I had mushroom and tomato on toast for breakfast and, after another day of spreadsheet and budget hell, emails sit at around 1800. Had to do a grocery shop after work. Is there anything worse? Download a very special book from Netgalley and start reading, forgetting all other books in progress (sorry other authors).

Saturday:

Wake up at 05:00 with Kindle on my face… Quite impressive as would have expected it to fall off during the night. Finish reading my book and write-up a draft review for the publisher. Go me. Read another book and then at 15:00 leave home to drive to Crickhowell. Lovely evening spent listening to first Matt Johnson and John Sutherland speak about their personal experiences dealing with PTSD arising from their work with the Police, and their writing as a form of therapy. Stop on afterward to watch Matt interview author Harry Bingham.

Very entertaining and fun evening. Leave Crickhowell around 21:00 and drive home. Still Saturday when I arrive back and head to bed. Just …

Sunday:

Wake up reaaaaaaaaaaly late (well 09:00). Get washed and dressed and head into town for a coffee, a read and a teeny bit of shopping. Head home and keep falling asleep while reading my book. Cannot for the life of me think why…

Any ideas anyone?

Now this is not a typical week. To be fair, when booking to go to Crickhowell, none of the rest of this work week had been planned. I was meant to be at home all week. It was meant to be easy – your typical 9 hour office based days etc. But you know what else? I don’t regret a minute of it. 

Yes. As I write this my eye lids feel like they want to sit in my lap – I’m not getting any younger after all and these late nights are a bugger – but I had a wonderful week. And all of that driving allowed me to clear another audio book off my list so I’m very happy about that too. And I had lovely compliments about my reviews this week from some fabulous authors. Makes the fatigue feel worth it. 😀

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Speaking of books, no book post as I said, but I did pick up some lovely books on my travels, some of them signed too. This week I bought physical copies of Snare by Lilja Sigurdardottir, Sweet Little Lies by Caz Frear, The Man Who Died by Antti Tuomainen, The Unquiet Dead by Ausma Zehanat Khan, Blue by John Sutherland and The Dead House by Harry Bingham.

There is a small chance I may have bought/preordered a few other books. Like Murder at the Grand Raj Palace by Vaseem Khan, Dying Day by Stephen Edger, Blue (ecopy) by John Sutherland (well I can’t read a signed book…) and the hard copy of the CWA Short Story Anthology from Goldsboro Books.

Netgalley… just two. Two… Barely even registers. Shadows by Paul Finch and Broken Bones by Angela Marsons.

Reading wise I’ve had a stonking week. Five, yes five, books read or listened to. Yee haw. My tbr doesn’t stand a chance. If I’d just stop buying more books that is …

Books I have read

Christmas at the Falling Down Guest House by Lilly Bartlett

Put your feet up and tuck into the mince pies, because you won’t have to lift a finger to enjoy this Christmas!

Too bad the same can’t be said for single mother and extremely undomestic goddess, Lottie. When her beloved Aunt Kate ends up in hospital just before Christmas, Lottie and her seven-year-old daughter rush to rural Wales to take over her B&B. A picky hotel reviewer and his mad family are coming to stay, and without the rating only he can give them, Aunt Kate will lose her livelihood. 

But Lottie can barely run her own life, let alone a hotel. How will she manage to turn the falling-down guesthouse into the luxurious wonderland the reviewer expects? And could the mysterious taxi driver, Danny, who agrees to help her, turn out to be the real gift this season?

As the snow sparkles on the trees and hot chocolate steams in your hand, snuggle into the delicious magic of Christmas at the Falling-Down Guesthouse.

Short but sweet, this was a great way to start the week. You’ll get my thoughts on publication day but this is full of chuckles, sweet moments and a kind of ‘The Money Pit’ vibe that just had me smiling from start to finish. You can preorder a copy here.

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London Noir by Ann Girdharry

Memory loss, nightmares, the urge to kill – Sophie has it all. Is it really Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Or something more sinister? Kal is about to find out…

After a near-fatal road accident, Kal helps a young girl in trouble.

The girl’s friends are being murdered one by one. Why? And who by? Kal must kick start herself out of her downward spiral to save the young stranger. But Kal is in the grip of the London Cartel and is someone after the girl, or is the girl after someone?

The second book in the Kal Medi series sees Kal trying to help a young girl, Sophie, who appears to be in some kind of trouble. Perhaps not as action packed as its predecessor, I still really enjoyed the book, loving Kal’s independent if somewhat troubled spirit. You can see my thoughts in a couple of weeks, and order the book for yourselves here.

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Perfect Remains by Helen Fields

On a remote Highland mountain, the body of Elaine Buxton is burning. All that will be left to identify the respected lawyer are her teeth and a fragment of clothing.

In the concealed back room of a house in Edinburgh, the real Elaine Buxton screams into the darkness…

Detective Inspector Luc Callanach has barely set foot in his new office when Elaine’s missing persons case is escalated to a murder investigation. Having left behind a promising career at Interpol, he’s eager to prove himself to his new team. But Edinburgh, he discovers, is a long way from Lyon, and Elaine’s killer has covered his tracks with meticulous care.

It’s not long before another successful woman is abducted from her doorstep, and Callanach finds himself in a race against the clock. Or so he believes … The real fate of the women will prove more twisted than he could have ever imagined.

Fans of Angela Marson, Mark Billingham and M. J. Aldridge will be gripped by this chilling journey into the mind of a troubled killer.

I’ve had this on the TBR for a while and finally got a chance to listen to the audio book version thanks to all my travels this week. What a book. Luc Callanach is certainly an intriguing character and I can’t wait to get stuck into the next in the series soon. I’ll be sharing my thoughts with you in the coming weeks, but in the meantime you can order a copy here.

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Broken Bones by Angela Marsons

They thought they were safe. They were wrong.

The murder of a young prostitute and a baby found abandoned on the same winter night signals the start of a disturbing investigation for Detective Kim Stone – one which brings her face to face with someone from her own horrific childhood.

As more sex workers are murdered in quick succession, each death more violent than the last, Kim and her team realise that the initial killing was no one-off frenzied attack, but a twisted serial killer preying on the vulnerable.

At the same time, the search begins for the desperate woman who left her newborn baby at the station – but what looks like a tragic abandonment turns even more sinister when a case of modern slavery is uncovered.

The two investigations bring the team into a terrifying world of human exploitation and cruelty – and a showdown that puts Kim’s life at risk as shocking secrets from her own past come to light.

Oh how I have waited for this book. And yes, this was the book I abandoned all other reads for. Totally worth it. You will find out how much in my review on publication day although readers of my blog with a weak constitution may want to give it a miss… 😀 In the meantime, preorder your copy of this, the seventh!!! Kim Stone book right here.

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Christmas at Hope Cottage by Lily Graham

In the little village of Whistling, with its butterscotch cottages and rolling green hills, snow is beginning to fall. Christmas is coming, and Emma Halloway is on her way home.

When twenty-eight-year-old food writer Emma Halloway gets dumped then knocked off her bike, she’s broken in more ways than one, and returns to her family’s cosy cottage in the Yorkshire Dales. Emma hasn’t been back in some time, running from her crazy relatives and her childhood sweetheart, Jack Allen.

Emma’s grandmother is determined to bake her back to health and happiness, as the Halloways have done for generations. Surrounded by old friends and warm cinnamon buns, Emma starts to believe in her family’s special talents for healing again. But then in walks Jack with his sparkling hazel eyes, stirring up the family feud between them. 

As the twinkly lights are strung between the streetlamps, Emma remembers just why she fell for Jack in the first place… and why a Halloway should never date an Allen.

The infuriating new lodger, Sandro, doesn’t believe anyone should have to choose between love and family. With a little bit of Christmas magic, can Emma and Jack find a way to be together, or will Emma find herself heartbroken once more?

An utterly gorgeous Christmas romance about the importance of family, freshly baked biscuits, and learning to trust your heart.

Yes. Another Christmas book. And it’s not even my Christmas feature month yet lol. Well. I’ll be sharing my thoughts on this lovely festive treat of a book with you in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, if you like to indulge in just a touch of Christmas magic, why not preorder a copy here.

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There you go. Not bad for someone with a part time job and no social life eh? 😉 Blog wise it was another full on week and here are the highlights. Okay it’s actually all of my post links but you get the point…

#BlogTour: The Bad Sister by Anne Penketh

#Booklove: Isabella May

#CoverReveal – Kay Hunter 4 – Rachel Amphlett

#BlogTour: Character Spotlight – Sometimes the Darkness by Will Campbell

Author Q&A – Caroline England #BeneathTheSkin

#BlogBlitz: The Mistake by K.L. Slater

#BlogTour: The Man Who Died by Antti Tuomainen

#BlogTour: Doing Scary by Donald M. Bell Snr

#Review: Love Like Blood by Mark Billingham

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The week ahead is a mixture of book love, reviews and blog tours. Blog tours are for The Fallen Agent by Oliver Tidy, Her Last Secret by Barbara Copperthwaite and Snare by Lilja Sigurdardottir. Book love entries come from the lovely Anne Williams of Being Anne and author Ann Girdharry. Plus I’ll be sharing the first of my #FirstMondayCrime reviews for The Unexpected Inheritance of Inspector Chopra by Vaseem Khan ahead of November’s stellar line up. Can’t wait for that one.

Back to a normalish week of workdom. Day trip to Dublin on Wednesday to do the Irish budget. I’m also lucky enough to be heading back to London for another book launch. I’m such a jet setter (not).

Have a wonderful week all. Hope it’s full of books and reading. Me? I’m looking forward to sleep.

Jen

Rewind, recap: Weekly update w/e 08/10/17 Fluffy ducks and fudge monkeys. I am beginning to wish I gave up blogging after all. What a week.