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My six paragraphs this week are taken from part one of
Remnants of Dreams.
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She sat down again
and Arty climbed on her lap. While she stroked his hair she watched Mathew King
working. How could she have mistaken him for Arthur? He was ugly, with bushy
eyebrows to match his thatch of hair. He was powerfully built and stocky. Built
like an ox, she thought, turning her mouth down. Probably with the brains of
one too, she surmised.
He turned, and
for long seconds stared at her over Arty's head. She was the first to break the
contact, shivering at the strange feeling rippling through her. It was a sort
of panicky sensation, as if she'd somehow been cut in two and examined. As if
he could see right into her head.
"There--all
fixed, ma'am," he said, and Alicia jumped. With strong looking fingers he
combed his errant curls back, but the lock shot forward again. "It was
just a blockage. Should be right as rain now."
"Would you
stay for a cup of tea?" Alicia found herself offering. For the life of her
she couldn't understand why she'd asked. Why on earth did she want to delay
this scruffy, oafish man? His eyes, fringed by thick dark lashes, were very
unnerving and direct.
He nodded as he
rubbed at the side of his straight nose. Alicia gave his creased dark grey
trousers and crumpled blue and white striped shirt a disdainful going over.
He'd taken his coat off before starting work. He was tieless and a mat of dark
curls peeped through the vee at his throat. He was altogether too unsettling as
he shifted from one foot to the other in boots sorely in need of polish.
"Don't mind
if I do," he agreed quietly.
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Remnants of Dreams moves from the
horrors of the 1914-1918 war to the 1990s, and paints an unforgettable picture
of a changing world and of working class people in North London whose only
riches are love and the knowledge that they did their best.
Alicia’s indomitable spirit sustains
her and her large family through two wars, illness, death and loss. From her
mother’s example Sara finds the courage to escape an intolerable situation and
forge a new life in a new country.
Originally published as Traces of Dreams this book won the Romance Writer's of Australia Romantic Book of the Year
"This book touched me deeply. Perhaps that's because I was born in North London and the places and people were familiar. I could not put it down. I can honestly say it is one of the best in the genre I have read." 5 stars Violet
"This book touched me deeply. Perhaps that's because I was born in North London and the places and people were familiar. I could not put it down. I can honestly say it is one of the best in the genre I have read." 5 stars Violet
"I loved this story, although
there were times when I felt tears welling in my eyes and an enormous lump in
my throat. This story touched me deeply, and I won't forget it. This is a novel of great emotional depth." Kay James for
Romance Reader at Heart
"If you think this is a
predictable novel you will miss not only a sweeping story of joy and sorrow,
triumph and tragedy, but also an amazing overview of the century seen through a
family saga." Mary Allyce
I identified with Alicia right away because I also sometimes make snap judgments. Good introduction.
ReplyDeleteMe too, Rhobin, and have been proved wrong in some cases just as Alicia was. Appearances can be deceptive.
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