Easter might be over and schedules may be getting back to normal and those “back to reality every day” blues are probably starting to settle in. I’m also confident that whatever your chocolate of choice, you’ve probably indulged on a lot of it over the past 2 weeks and good for you! You deserve to treat yourself! But just because Easter is over, it doesn’t mean you have to restrict yourself and not indulge in some tasty treats every now and again.
When it comes to buying gifts for people, to me, personal is always best. I’d much rather spend extra time, effort and money on something unique and personal for someone I love than just hop on down to the high street and pick up some bits from all your generic stores. There’s nothing wrong with that of course, especially if there’s something they particularly need but that’s not really how I’ve ever done “gift giving”. Earlier this month, I was contacted by the team at Star Name Registry and asked if I wanted to review their product.
Format: Paperback, won in a giveaway
Links: Amazon UK | Amazon US | Goodreads
Blurb: This is a book about phobias and obsessions, isolation and dark corners. It’s about families, friendships, and carefully preserved secrets. But above everything else it’s about love. Finding love – in any of its forms – and nurturing it.
Miss Hayes has a new theory. She thinks my condition’s caused by some traumatic incident from my past I keep deep-rooted in my mind. As soon as I come clean I’ll flood out all these tears and it’ll all be ok and I won’t be scared of Them anymore. The truth is I can’t think of any single traumatic childhood incident to tell her. I mean, there are plenty of bad memories – Herb’s death, or the time I bit the hole in my tongue, or Finners Island, out on the boat with Sarah – but none of these are what caused the phobia. I’ve always had it. It’s Them. I’m just scared of Them. It’s that simple.
An unnamed defendant stands accused of murder. Just before the Closing Speeches, the young man sacks his lawyer, and decides to give his own defence speech.
He tells us that his barrister told him to leave some things out. Sometimes, the truth can be too difficult to explain, or believe. But he thinks that if he’s going to go down for life, he might as well go down telling the truth.
There are eight pieces of evidence against him. As he talks us through them one by one, his life is in our hands. We, the reader – member of the jury – must keep an open mind till we hear the end of his story. His defence raises many questions… but at the end of the speeches, only one matters:
Did he do it? Continue reading
I’m not sure if I believe in fate or “signs” from the universe but there’s no doubt that things happen sometimes that make you ponder. Receiving an email from Fab Little Bag for me, was one of those things. There I was, PMS’ing like cray cray; my boobs felt like bags of sand, my skin resembled that of a 13 year old boy and I had heartburn galore when up pops an email from this company. On the cusp of my period, I received an email from a period-related-company who want to send me a period-related-product? If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is.
Receiving flowers is a rarity for me, in fact, it’s a completely non-existent phenomenon! So I was delighted when Prestige Flowers got in touch about a review of one of their lovely Mothers Day bouquets – until I realised it was for Mothers Day and I am not a Mother and they would most certainly be given to my own Mother as a gift. So alas, I’ve still never had flowers sent to me! (Hint, hint, wink, wink!)
When I was approached by Songfinch to enquire about a collaboration, I was intrigued to say the least. What so, you write a song… About someone I know? With like, original lyrics? I mean, I didn’t totally get it at first but after doing some research and chatting to their ever so lovely and helpful content, social media, email man Zach, I understood the concept more and my thoughts instantly changed from, “huh?” to, “Wow, okay this is seriously cool”. So, with the lead up to Mothers Day, I began working with them on a Mothers Day song for my mum. This is what happened…
I’ve been kidnapped by a strange man.
I don’t know where I am.
Please help me,
This must be a cruel hoax. Because Bethan Avery has been missing for nearly two decades.
But as the present-day search intensifies for another missing schoolgirl, Margot is unnerved enough to take the letter to the police, hoping they will dismiss it as a sick joke.
Instead, they let Margot in on a little secret. One that confirms her darkest fears and tangles her up in the search for the sender, which could save one young girl’s life and cost Margot her own…
He has planned well. He leads two lives. In one he’s just like anyone else. But in the other he is the caretaker of his family’s macabre museum.
Now the time has come to add to his collection. He is ready to feed his obsession, and he is on the hunt.
Jakey Frith and Clara Foyle have something in common. They have what he needs. What begins is a terrifying cat-and-mouse game between the sinister collector, Jakey’s father and Etta Fitzroy, a troubled detective investigating a spate of abductions.
Set in London’s Blackheath, Rattle by Fiona Cummins explores the seam of darkness that runs through us all; the struggle between light and shadow, redemption and revenge.
It is a glimpse into the mind of a sinister psychopath. And it’s also a story about not giving up hope when it seems that all hope is already lost. Continue reading
I am my mother’s daughter in that I love candles. Big, small, scented, un-scented, Yankee, own-brand – you name it, I love going into a shop and sticking my face in a bunch of gorgeous candles. Like, when they’re un-lit, of course. We have more candles in our house than we know what to do with but when Candles With Love contacted me asking if I’d like to review some of their candles, I wasn’t going to say no, was I? I like to think I have enough experience in candle sniffing to be a reliable judge of what makes a decent candle or not.