Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Time School - Nikki Young #BlogTour


Time School 

Today I am pleased to be able to participate in the blog tour for Time School by Nikki Young.  My thanks go to Anne Cater and Random Things Tours  


About the Book

A power cut and a series of mini disasters means friends, Jess, Nadia, Tomma and Ash barely make it to the station to catch their train to school. What they find is a far cry from the usual packed commuter train they're expecting... When they arrive at Hickley School, the children are surprised to find some of the buildings missing and they don't recognise any of the other pupils, who are all dressed in a different style of uniform. The only person who takes the time to help them is Martha, despite being preoccupied by her own worries about her family being hungry and not hearing from brother, Henry whom she says is away fighting. The children soon realise this is no normal day and it's not until they return home that they're able to figure out what happened. What they don't know is whether it was a one-off day, or if they will get to see Martha and the other pupils again. Jess hopes so. She has something she needs to tell Martha. Not knowing how or why, she feels a connection and an obligation to this girl she can't explain.

Review

Today on my blog I have two reviews for this fabulous book so first of all I will hand you over to my little reviewer Amelia.

Amelia’s review

My mum and I read this book each night before I went to bed, and I loved being able to spend time with my mum when I was in my PJ’s lay on her bed reading. 

There were four main characters Jess, Nadia, Tomma and Ash.  A power cut happened to occur one morning /night and every single clock had stopped at the exact time reading 03:42. 

My thoughts where I wanted to keep reading this book and didn’t want my mum to stop reading at night as I didn’t want her to put the book down and kept asking for that “just one more chapter”.  This was because I was hooked with the story and wanted to know what was going to happen next and kept me guessing when and what was going to happen next. 

The author made me feel that I was in the book with them and I was fascinated with what was happening in the book and could feel the story developing as my mum was reading this.      

My review

Time School is a story about four children who through a power cut and a series of events that morning, catch a train to school as they do every day but on this day as they get in the carriage to go to school, realise that things are different, there are empty sections of the train, steam blowing from the train and the scenery seems to be completely different as they travel along the rails.  

On arrival at school, they are faced with a school which is not like their normal school despite being called the same.  They are in a different uniform and everything is really bizarre for them.  They get to met a girl called Martha who to Jess is strangely familiar but she has no idea why.  This was a lovely book and the author has done a magnificent job weaving in the past events that have happened with the fiction of the present in this book.  I loved how we are left wondering which year they are in and it is only as you read the book that things become clear which when both Amelia and I discovered this were like “Wow”.     
  
This was a book I loved loved loved reading with Amelia.  It was a book we could discuss and with us both being fascinated as to how the story was progressing.  I admit to having a guess along the way with sometimes being right but also getting some guesses wrong.  I was extremely disappointed when it came to me calling the book a day some evenings as was really excited to see how the story would progress and would sometimes have to sneak in an extra chapter when Amelia had gone to bed to see how things would pan out.  (I know I’m a bad mum, but I will say that I enjoyed reading those chapters again with Amelia to watch her face as the story slotted into place for her).   

To stop, stand and remember
Never forget 


It was a lovely story and made even more special for us as in our local village and town they are currently getting ready to commemorate and honour 100 years since WW1 and I was lucky enough to be able to visit both the sites of where these memorials will be held and grab some photos and share these with you. 


Lest we Forget



A place to sit and reflect

Through the window of time
 
About the Author

Nikki Young is a writer and lover of stories and ‘The Mystery of the Disappearing Underpants’ is her first book. Nikki credits her lively imagination to an amazing childhood, growing up in Yorkshire and living in a cul-de-sac in the days when children were allowed to run free and left to make their own fun! Now a mum of three, she says that in her head, she hasn’t really grown up and those memories of her childhood days remain strong and active.


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My thanks to Nikki Young for writing such a fascinating book and am pleased to learn from reading other reviews and interviews on this blog tour that this is the first in a series.  Roll on the next one so Amelia and I can read this as well. I would also like to thank Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for my spot on the blog tour.   



The following pictures were captured from the car on the way to my parents.

They are located in the South Ribble War Memorial near Lostock Hall.  


Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Needle Song - Russell Day #BlogTor #Extract @NeedleSongBook


Needle Song 

Today I am pleased to be able to participate in the blog tour for Needle Song by Russell Day.  My thanks go to Emma Welton @Damppebbles Blog Tours.


About the Book

Spending the night with a beautiful woman would be a good alibi, if the body in the next room wasn't her husband.

Doc Slidesmith has a habit of knowing things he shouldn’t. He knows the woman Chris Rudjer meets online is married. He knows the adult fun she’s looking for is likely to be short lived. And when her husband’s killed, he knows Chris Rudjer didn’t do it. 

Only trouble is the police disagree and no one wants to waste time investigating an open and shut case.

No one except Doc.

Using lies, blackmail and a loaded pack of Tarot cards, Doc sets about looking for the truth - but the more truth he finds, the less he thinks his friend is going to like it.

Extract 

Settle down and get comfortable as I have a sneaky extract from #NeedleSongBook for you to tempt you even further.

The car stank of old food and someone who’d only just stopped being a teenager. I gave the guy behind the wheel my best don’t-fuck-with-me look. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times but nothing came out. He found his voice as Doc opened the rear door and climbed in.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He did his best to sound outraged. He didn’t do it very well.

“That’s what we’re asking you,” Doc told him. I could hear him smiling. This, more than the situation, made me angry again. I wasn’t seeing the humour in any of this. “Now, why are you following my friend Jan?”

“I got no idea what you’re talking about.” He was trying hard to keep his head still, trying to keep contact with Doc. Doing what he could to appear sincere. There was one of Doc’s silences but it drew out nothing useful, the guy just repeated himself, “I don’t know what you mean, I got no idea.”

“You just followed us around an empty industrial estate, twice, then down a dead-end.” Doc shifted on the back seat, moved into the driver’s personal space. “Why? Looking for some dogging action?”
The driver giggled, either nerves or an attempt to ingratiate himself. The silence in the car swallowed the sound whole.

“Why are you following Jan Keller?” Doc asked again.

The driver let out a sigh, he sounded tired. Worn out tired, not bored. Doc was right about back to back twelve-hour shifts, they’re a killer. Ask any nurse.

“I’m being paid to. Someone wants to know what she gets up to, that’s all I can say.”

We waited but nothing else was forth coming.

Doc said, “Who’s paying you?”

In the gloom, I saw the outline of the driver’s head shake.

“I’m not saying anything else. More than my job’s worth.”

I felt something inside me shift. The anger had been there all day, since I’d seen Middle Age Gut snooping with his mobile, but it had been aimless. Now it changed, became pointed. I reached up to the roof light of the car and switched it on. The driver watched me. He was still nervous, but now he had an air of defiance to him. Maybe deciding the line he was going to take had made him feel in control.

I reached into a pocket of my leather, pulled out the Stanley knife. I held it in front of me to make sure he’d seen it then thumbed the blade open and thrust it toward him. He jerked away and came to a stop pressed hard against the door pillar, then jammed his head back into the seat rest as far as he could. He wound up with nowhere to go and the tip of the blade just under the angle of his jaw. His head was craned back so he was looking straight up to heaven. Eyes wide.

“Jesus Christ,” he squeaked.

We waited a moment. Jesus didn’t show, so we carried on without him.
 


Wow what a sneaky peak and if you are anything like me, I now need to know what happens next!!   If the above has tempted you, the links are below to enable you to buy from Amazon or the publishers Fahrenheit Press. 



About the Author

Russell Day was born in 1966 and grew up in Harlesden, NW10 – a geographic region searching for an alibi. From an early age it was clear the only things he cared about were motorcycles, tattoos and writing. At a later stage he added family life to his list of interests and now lives with his wife and two children. He’s still in London, but has moved south of the river for the milder climate.



Although he only writes crime fiction Russ doesn’t consider his work restricted. ‘As long as there have been people there has been crime, as long as there are people there will be crime.’ That attitude leaves a lot of scope for settings and characters. One of the first short stories he had published, The Second Rat and the Automatic Nun, was a double-cross story set in a world where the church had taken over policing. In his first novel, Needle Song, an amateur detective employs logic, psychology and a loaded pack of tarot cards to investigate a death.

Russ often tells people he seldom smiles due to nerve damage, sustained when his jaw was broken. In fact, this is a total fabrication and his family will tell you he’s has always been a miserable bastard. 

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My thanks to Russell Day for providing this exciting extract, the publishers Farhenheit Press and also Emma @ Damppebbles Blog Tours for my spot on the blog tour.