Our
lovely Carina editor sent us through a copy of our book, exactly as
it is to be e-published on Tuesday. It's a free copy to be
distributed to bloggers and reviewers – in fact we are under strict
instructions to give it to anyone willing to put a 5 star review up
on Amazon in exchange. So anyone easily bribed, do let us know!
So,
I spent a few hours reading my own book on Kindle, which is more than
I have anyone else's book. And it seems to scrub up OK. I don't know
if I've just read and rewritten the start so many times that I'm
blind to it, or whether it just took us 50 pages to find our voice
and stride, but the book doesn't seem to get going until Paris. But
then it definitely goes boom, or kapow, or at the very least a little
bit whee and pop.
I
was actually quite gripped by some of the later bits - Karin's stuff
mainly, some of which I'm not entirely sure I'd read before. That's
teamwork for you, the Twynam way. I even cried at a bit.
And
so I reached the end thinking, oh well it may disappear without
trace, but I'm pretty pleased with it. Woody Allen is famously
dismissive of his films. He says they never come out how he saw them
in his head. Broadway Danny Rose did, but little else. Well, I'd say
this came out even better than I saw it in my head, sketching it out
when walking on the Long Mynd with Anne about two years ago and for
that Karin should be mighty proud.
The
only thing is, I reached the end and they've missed out the very last
line. I think a proof-reader has been over zealous. It is a strange
line. The book still makes sense without it and I rather think
that's how it may be published until or if we can rectify it. If it
is, I'll share the proper last line exclusively here! Or run a
competition so you can guess it.
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