The Red Ribbon by Lucy Adlington: Reviewed by Natalie Jayne Peeke – West Country Correspondent.

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The Red Ribbon by Lucy Adlington is suitable for Young Adults, but … but … it should be read by anyone of any age.

Rose, Ella, Mina and Carla – in another life we might all have been friends together. But this was Birchwood.

THE RED RIBBON. Copyright © 2017 by Lucy Adlington. Reproduced by permission of the publisher,

Candlewick Press, Somerville, MA.

 

Ella, a kind and determined young girl  lives with her grandparents whom she adores. Her favourite pasttime is dress making with her grandmother – thank heavens, as things transpire.

Because, in the midst of world war two Ella, a mere fourteen years of age,   is snatched on her way home from school and  thrown into the place of horrors that is Birkenau . Leaving behind her life, her family and her freedom .

Adamant not to be a victim, Ella uses her skills  in order to survive and survive she determines she must.

Ella begins her first day at work in this appalling place by stepping into a world of beauty: silks, seams, scissors, pins, hems and trimmings. She is a dressmaker, but this is no ordinary sewing workshop. Hers are no ordinary clients.

Ella has joined the seamstresses of Birkenau-Auschwitz, as readers may recognise, and every dress she makes could mean the difference between life and death. Real life and death for this place is all about survival.

Increasingly Ella seeks refuge from reality, and from haunting memories, in her work and in the world of fashion and fabrics but again and again she is faced with painful decisions about how far she is prepared to go to survive. Is her love of clothes and creativity nothing more than collaboration with her captors, or is it a means of staying alive? Will she fight for herself alone, or will she trust the importance of an ever-deepening friendship with Rose?

Adlington’s inspired concept of weaving a red ribbon  through the colours of couture gowns and camp mud is masterly  – a red ribbon, given to Ella as a symbol of hope,  which to my mind is the theme of this engrossing important novel.
A beautiful story of friendship, morality,  bravery and most of all, the importance of hope, in the face of the horrendous truth of Ella’ s situation .

You will be cheering on Ella, laughing with her and crying with her. You will want to cut down those that abuse her and embrace those who care for her .

“I would survive ’til the end of the war , then I would open my own dress shop and never see ugly things again”
The Red Ribbon by Lucy Adlington is available on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com  in ebook hb, pb audio.

 

SISTER SCRIBES: SUSANNA BAVIN ON THE APPEAL OF THE SHORT STORY

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Hands up everyone who remembers the First, Second, Third etc Pan Book of Horror Stories, Edited by Herbert Van Thal. I loved those scary stories when I was in my early teens. Looking back, some of them weren’t entirely suitable for a young reader, though that didn’t stop me lapping them up. My favourite was a ghost story by E F Benson (who wrote the Mapp and Lucia books), called The Confession of Charles Linkworth. I had a phase of reading it every Sunday afternoon before tea and, even though I ended up practically knowing it by heart, it frightened me silly every time. The hero of my newest book, The Surplus Girls, is named Gabriel Linkworth, as a nod to that story.

That was the second E F Benson short story I had come across. The first was The Room in the Tower, which featured in a book called Ghosts! An Anthology, which I received as a Christmas present. Unfortunately, the story was rather wasted on me because I didn’t altogether understand it. It is, in fact, a vampire story and I sort of knew that when I read it, but I was a very literal-minded child and this was in a book of ghost stories and therefore Julia Stone had to be a ghost… didn’t she?

I have always been a reader of short stories. In particular I love the collections that were put together in 1930s, with titles such as The Mammoth Book of Thrillers, Ghosts and Mysteries and A Century of Humour, which was one of a series of A Century of… books. What better way to be introduced to writers such as Wilkie Collins, Guy de Maupassant, O Henry and W W Jacobs? My first taste of G K Chesterton was the wonderfully funny The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown, which I re-read regularly. The Mammoth Book mentioned above even contained a ‘sealed section’ at the end, with stories to make you ‘glance over your shoulder and perhaps even start when there is a creak on the stair.’

A writer whom I came to love was A J Alan, whose wit and humour could find mystery in the most ordinary situations. It was often the style in these 1930s anthologies to top each story with a few sentences of author biography, beside which was a pencil sketch of the man (it was almost always a man) himself; but there was only ever a fancy question mark in the place where A J Alan’s portrait should be. He was famous for reading his stories on the wireless and his identity was a closely guarded secret, as befitted the mysterious nature of his tales.

And I adored Anthony Hope’s The Dolly Dialogues. I bought myself a first edition after enjoying the two chapters that featured in A Century of Humour. They are clever and teasingly romantic observations of life and love.

The most recent collection of short stories I’ve read is Jan Baynham’s Smashing the Mask and Other Stories. Although there isn’t an official theme to the book, a thread of the supernatural runs through several of the tales and in each one Jan creates a different sort of atmosphere, from the deep sorrow of a ghostly mother to the chilly horror of a long-ago murdered girl to the traditional creepiness of helping a stranger. She also uses painful directness to tackle the all too recognisable dilemmas of hoping against hope to meet a long-lost child and struggling to be brave in a situation of coercive control. Jan has produced an intriguing collection filled with insight, a variety of moods from the uplifting to the poignant, and more than one clever twist in the tale.

 

 

 

Some crime novels to see out the winter by Annie Clarke

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Here we go, a fabulous clutch of crime novels in a variety of guises.

Departing Shadows by Paul Charles. Pub by Dufour Editions @ £18.99

A young woman is run over outside one of Regents Park’s foreign Embassy buildings. DI Christy Kennedy is on the case, and is sure it’s not your normal hit and run.

The victim, Gabriella Byrne, is soon discovered to be a closed book, and as she is in no position to tell all, Kennedy is soon on the trail to find out what’s what. However he is muscling in on the corridors of power, and these, of course, are also closed books, and steps will be taken to keep them unread.

Deceit and  intrigue, and yep a bit of love propel this novel to the denouement. I have longed for a successor to one of my favourites – Reginald Hill. I reckon I might well have found him in the books by Paul Charles.

 

Murder your Darlings by Mark McCrum pub by Severn House. Hb at £20.

I like McCrum’s gentle but none the less intriguing novels. They’re old fashioned in the nicest possible way, and with nostalgia every popular, are such a delightful read. This one is set on a creative writing course in Umbria, led by Francis Meadowes. A student is discovered, dead, in a sauna. Surely it wasn’t that hot?! Is this an accident – or NOT?

But then another death presents itself. Oh lawks. Commissario Marti Moretti leads the charge with her flamboyant local police, but it is up to Francis Meadowes to solve things, and probably get back to the serious stuff of teaching students how to ‘stay in the moment’ and keep the tension up. The author, McCrum, does both rather well. Bravo.

Nightingale Point by Luan Goldie, a BBC Radio 2 Book Club Pick.pub HQ. pb £8.99

This is the debut novel from the winner of the 2017 Costa Short Story Award.

Good to see a short story writer tackle very successfully the rather difficult beast – the novel.

Set back in 1996 Nightingale Point is a pretty normal residential area, with the usual extraordinary characters presenting as ordinary, as we all do. For we all have pasts, shadows, baggage. In this case, the sun goes down on Nightingale Point and sets something alight, (not really, I’m waxing metaphorical) and as the flames of drama roar, the residents must endure, but not just that, they must  find their way back to the safety of one another.

This is a confident emotionally intelligent debut novel, with pace.

Nine Elms by Robert Bryndza pub by Sphere. hb ebook and audio available

Bryndza, the author of the extraordinarily successful Detective Erika Foster Series, is heading for similar success again with a new series, featuring Kate Marshall. Marshall is a detective with integrity and potential in the Metropolitan police force. She is tasked with capturing the Nine Elms serial killer, but things don’t go quite to plan, for she narrowly escapes adding her name to the list of victims.

After a gap of 16 years, now living a quiet life on the English coast, Kate Marshall hasn’t quite put the past behind. Unknown to her, neither has her nemesis. One day she received a letter … Arghhh.

This is well worth reading, pacey, nail biting, hide behind the sofa time. Let’s give it another – Arghhh.

Annie Clarke is the author of the Home Front Girls series pub Arrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Living with Alzheimers – A New Challenge for 2020 by Chris Suich

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Welcome to the New Year 2020! Christmas came and went. We had a pleasant enough one without incident. Can’t say that of the new year though.

The first few days of 2020 were a bit of a challenge. I noticed Bob’s ankle was a bit puffy after his bath. I’ll have to keep an eye on that, I thought. Perhaps his sock was too tight around his ankle, but I thought I’d put on his open topped non-elastic ones.

The next day his lower left leg was huge and his foot resembled a block of lard. No understanding or pain noted from Bob.  It was Saturday, no GP available. I went on the NHS website to check and rang 111 just to make sure I wouldn’t be wasting anyone’s time if I took him to the ’Walk in Care’ at the local hospital. I realised it probably was a blood clot as the answers pointed to that. The lady rang me back from the NHS helpline to tell me I’d got an appointment for 8.30pm and to take him in. We were seen by 11.30pm.

It was an endurance test for us both. Bob wanted to go to bed, he’d been saying this every two minutes since 3pm and was getting more and more distressed.

‘Let’s do a runner,’ he whispered conspiratorially. It crossed my mind. Then he’d ask everyone if they were a doctor and that he thought it was ridiculous that there were no doctors there. If someone spoke loudly or a child squealed it upset him.

There was a blood clot. He had a scan to confirm on the following Monday. We had to go in again on the Sunday and Monday for an Injection of blood thinner in his tummy; another endless wait.

Finally, I think the penny dropped that waiting for hours for a two minute injection was stressful for Bob and the waiting audience of patients. I was presented with 10 injections, a safe needle disposal box and told to get on with it. Nurse Suich at your service!

Poor Bob. I was now the baddy, hurting his tummy every night. What fights we had getting that needle in – and how close did I come to getting it in me, not Bob.  A Carry On film comes to mind.

I still feel though the physical side of caring isn’t the hardest part: the hardest part is the loss of freedom, the absolute tie, the relentlessness of the duty, the repetitive nature, the hyper vigilance of constant watching, the fact you can no longer call your life your own.

BRAVE, BEAUTIFUL AND BARING IT ALL by RHYANNA WATSON: Reviewed by Mary Cooper

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When I first picked up Brave, Beautiful and Baring it All, by Rhyanna Watson, I instantly judged her; questioning her motives for using naked and semi-naked photos of herself throughout the book, for sharing her experiences with strangers, deriding it, not taking her seriously.

Not listening to what I was reading, I cast it aside.

Luckily, I picked it up again and opened it: page seventy-two, Befriend your inner critic.

I was horrified to realise that I had been hyper critical of Rhyanna Watson, and her book before I had even read it.

What would I say to her if she was standing in front of me, if she was a friend? Would I be so critical of what she had chosen to share with me? Would I scoff at her photos? No, I would not. I would tell her that she is brave and that I wish I had her courage.

I am so glad that I went back to the beginning and, closing my critical eye, read as if she were a dear friend.

The difference was astounding.

I began questioning my inner voice; asking myself the reason behind feelings, reactions and my blind responses to them. And although I know with a certainty that as a sixty-four year old grandmother with a mummy tummy, it is very unlikely that I will bare my body to the world, but I do intend to listen honestly to what people are saying to me, and think honesty about what I’m going to say before I open my mouth.

Didn’t someone say that whatever we focus on becomes stronger?

Brave, Beautiful and Baring it All, is an exciting self help book which incorporates yoga teachings and meditations, it encourages us to stop and take stock from time to time; to focus on the good in others and how wonderful life is.

Rhyanna Watson, you are a brave, beautiful and honest human being.

Brave and Beautiful is available here.

 

SISTER SCRIBES: CASS GRAFTON ON WHY WRITING IS A NEVER-ENDING ADVENTURE

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For me, pursuing a career as a writer is not just a journey; it’s an expedition into a world I’m still discovering. It’s ‘the world inside my head’ meets ‘the world out there’, and they are only on their third date. It seems fair to say, therefore, that I’m not only a writer but also an explorer.

I’ve been published since 2013, a combination of solo and co-writing across seven novels, some indie published and some with a publisher, Canelo Escape. Everything I’ve written so far has had, at its core, a love story —I love romantic storylines.

So, how is my writing career now on its third ‘date’? It’s to do with the genre of romance and the many categories that further define it. I’ve published in two of these ‘sub’ categories: historical romance (Regency era) and time-travel romance. These were the first two ‘dates’, and they went quite well—I’m certainly going to be seeing them again—but for now I’m rather excited about my upcoming third. This date is with contemporary romance.

When I was young, I dreamed of writing love stories, but always in the present day. No breeches and fluttering fans; no flitting to and fro through the centuries courtesy of a charmed necklace. My dream was of writing modern romances—relatable, believable and with characters doing everyday things, but always, ultimately, falling in love.

I’ve been toying with the idea behind The Cottage in a Cornish Cove since the days when my hair was a box-shaped perm, my shoulder pads needed scaffolding to support them and keeping in touch with non-local friends was done by a landline phone or with good old pen and paper.

Although the story I’ve now written bears little resemblance to those initial ideas other than the inciting incident that sets the plot in motion, I view it with the affection of an old friend, one of those worlds inside my head that simply took a long time to emerge and meet the world outside.

So what’s it about, I pretend to hear you cry?

It’s a heart-warming tale of discovering all you never wanted is exactly what you need.

Much of Anna Redding’s happiness as a child came from the long summer holidays spent with an elderly family friend, Aunt Meg, in the charming village of Polkerran.

With Aunt Meg’s passing, Anna is drawn back to the West Country, relocating to the Cornish cove where she was once so happy. Settling into her new life, and enjoying her work for the older, reclusive and—to be honest—often exasperating Oliver Seymour, Anna is delighted when Alex Tremayne, an old crush of hers, reappears in Polkerran and sweeps her off her feet.

The stars finally seem to be aligned, but just as Anna thinks all she’s ever wished for is within reach, a shock discovery reveals she’s living a dream that isn’t hers…

 

As for those other dates, is the adventure over? Definitely not! They are part of my on-going expedition, my journey as a writer, so I won’t be deserting them. Ada Bright (my co-writing partner) and I still have a third time-travel romance up our sleeves, and I have two Regency romances in the works, which I hope to finish soon.

In the meantime, though, if you’re up for a bit of eavesdropping on my third date, come and join us in gorgeous Cornwall, wallow in the quaintness of Polkerran, get to know the locals and fall in love with romance all over again.

The Cottage in a Cornish Cove will be released on 11th February 2020.

 

SISTER SCRIBES: JANE CABLE ON PLANNING FOR CREATIVITY

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It’s the first morning of the decade and I’m making plans. Or rather I’m ordering dreams and prioritising my wish list, licking them into some sort of order. But shouldn’t the magic of creativity just be allowed to flow?

To my mind that’s a ridiculously self indulgent approach when you have chosen writing as a career. Having some sort of plan is so much better than sitting at a crossroads scratching your head. I have so many ideas for books I’ll probably never write them all – but which should I be following up? And what else needs to be done to make them successful?

Over the last few years I’ve developed a plan for planning – an easy ‘to do’ list for January 1st (or thereabouts), which keeps me on track.

  • Scrawl a quick review of the previous year in two sections – what went well, and what didn’t. Coming straight off the top of your head helps focus on what’s been important to you; what you need to do more of and what needs putting right.
  • Consider how you’d like to develop your writing life this year in each and every direction. For me the most important things are to understand more about (and hopefully write!) books with stronger hooks, and to find out more about winning at Amazon. Once you’ve worked out what your priorities are, allow yourself to dream a little – where would you like to be in five years’ time? How will this year’s plans help you to get there?
  • Now you have the basics you can set out your goals for the year. In my business life I had many clients who used the SMART system (specific, measurable, attainable, relevant and timely) and they’re a pretty good rule of thumb for writing too. Except I quibble a little with ‘attainable’ here, because I like to think in writing we continue to grow beyond our current skill sets – and what’s wrong with stretching ourselves anyway?
  • Next write down what you’re not going to do this year. It may sound a bit negative, but most people are prone to a bit (or a lot) of time wasting so cutting the draining tasks from your life is actually one of the most productive things you can do. One of my weaknesses is volunteering for too much so I’ve promised myself nothing new this year.
  • Then write down what you are going to do – the things that will make the biggest difference to your reaching your goals. What works in your writing life? What makes you feel good about it? What do you have to do more of to succeed?
  • The last part of my plan is to break down my goals and put them on a timeline. I do a rough quarterly guide, then an action plan for the first few months of the year. This will develop as projects move on. I also use quite small boxes for each month so I’m not tempted to overfill them and tackle too much too soon. I have a tendency to want everything to happen now, so this is very useful in spreading the workload. And, of course, it leaves room for some all important flexibility. Because even in the most ordered of worlds, real life happens.

So all this comes with a caveat: you can only plan everything when you are in control of everything. And in writing, as with most careers, you’re not. I was expecting my next book to be out by now, but it isn’t. Nobody’s fault – just one of those things. And I suspect when I look back this time next year there will be other things that haven’t happened too. But without any plan at all, I wouldn’t even know where to start.

 

 

The Surplus Girls by Polly Heron

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I’ve been excited about The Surplus Girls ever since fellow Sister Scribe Susanna Bavin (writing for Corvus as Polly Heron) told me about the concept over a year ago. It is just such a brilliant idea to write about the lives of these neglected women, living in the aftermath of the first world war, in the form of a series of sagas.

The surplus girls were, quite simply, the women who lost fiancés and boyfriends (or even just potential partners) in the war. Whatever their class they had been brought up to expect marriage and children, but now there were not enough men to go around and they were ill prepared for any other sort of life. Most would need to find gainful employment with little or no training, and all would have to look for other ways to make their lives as fulfilling as possible.

The Surplus Girls is set in the suburbs of Manchester in the early 1920s, with a cast of characters from both working and middle classes. Belinda Layton, a mill worker, lives with her late fiancé’s family and after four years of deep mourning is beginning to feel a little smothered by their kindness and intense grief. Belinda’s own family is even further down the social scale, living hand-to-mouth as her feckless father drinks away what little they have.

When Belinda bumps into her old teacher she hears the term ‘surplus girls’ for the first time and is forced to consider her future, beginning to dream of leaving the mill and working in an office. At first this seems hopeless, but then she is introduced to spinster sisters, Prudence and Patience Hesketh, who have their own reasons for opening a business school for young ladies.

Polly Heron has a rare talent for portraying the atmosphere of a setting with a few carefully selected sentences, which never detract from the pace of the plot. And pacey plot it is, making The Surplus Girls hard to put down.  The detail of the era is there, forming a rich background tapestry, but I never once felt I was bogged down by it. While I could see, hear and breathe the world the characters inhabited, as I reader I was free to enjoy being transported there and immerse myself in their story. And it takes a great deal of skill for an author to achieve that.