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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

White Lies Book Tour + Giveaway

 White Lies by Susan BarrettWhite Lies by Susan Barrett

Publisher: Create Space (August 30, 2016) Category: Literary Fiction, Women’s Fiction; Contemporary Fiction; Family Saga Tour Date: April/May, 2017 ISBN: 978-1536806847 Available in: Print & ebook, 164 Pages White Lies The story is told from three perspectives: that of Beth, the natural mother of Tess, Liz, the adoptive mother, and Tess herself. The reader’s sympathy is engaged with each woman in turn, as the intricacies of the plot demonstrate how nature and nurture interplay in the formation of personality. Beth is a guest at a wedding. The bride is Tess, her natural daughter, who’d been adopted as a baby. During the moments leading up to the marriage ceremony, Beth remembers the lifetime events that have led to her present state of sick fear. Recent revelations have made her suspect that the bridegroom is the first child she’d given up for adoption, and therefore Tess’s half-brother. Will she speak of this impediment to matrimony, as invited by the priest, or forever hold her peace? White Lies gives the answer in a way that reveals the complexities of truth-telling in the context of parenthood and adoption. An entertaining page-turner, the novel also traces the social changes in family life over the last fifty years.

Praise for White Lies by Susan Barrett

"A beautifully written study of motherhood, loss and what makes us who we are. The characters are deftly drawn and the writer clearly knows her subject. The narrative is expertly woven and fast-paced, delivering pain and joy blow by blow. Sharp and incisive, heartbreaking and so relevant to today."-Vanessa de Haan “A beautifully written, sensitive, yet amusing, and intriguing, tale around a subject that is rarely covered in literature. A delight to read.”- Amazon Customer “This is a gripping read. It is not only relevant to those who have been involved in adoption but to all of us. It raises questions about families, about the fragility and power of maternal bonds, about love and disappointment. It charts with particular accuracy the difficulties of the tangled web of secrecy and complication that was characteristic of adoption in the mid-twentieth century. It keeps you guessing to the very end!”-Sally Woods “I'm looking forward to seeing how the book group I belong to find this. I was quickly gripped by it, feeling for the central characters, all of them very real. I partly wanted to read slowly to enjoy it, confident there would be a satisfying, un-folding, but partly wanted to race to find out what happened. Will enjoy reading it again.”-Amazon Customer



Excerpt: 

Excerpt from “White Lies”, Part One


Beth kept her eyes down on her mug of tea, not wanting to catch the glances of either Elsa or Harold.  She was conscious of the burning soreness between her legs, the nameless part of her which she'd let Harold into.  There was also a kind of soreness in her thoughts and feelings which needed time to heal.  Just for the moment she didn't want to think about anything and was relieved when Harold and Elsa agreed that she should get home before dark because of the snow.
Harold was to take her, not in the car – it was already too deep – but by foot.  Elsa lent her a coat to put on over her bomber jacket.
"And what about her shoes?" Harold asked Elsa.  "They'll leak the moment she puts a foot outside."
The two talked over the problem as though they were her parents.
"What about your leather boots?  What size are they?"
"But just look at her feet, they are so small.  Nothing will fit."
"Socks.  She could have thick socks."
"Please don't worry," said Beth.  "I don't mind getting wet feet.  It's not far.  I'll soon be home."
In the end, she accepted Elsa's leather boots with two pairs of socks inside them.  She and Harold went out into the snow.  It was like being in the pea-souper: just the two of them enclosed in a bubble, safe from the world.  But this time the world around them was clearly visible, though the streets were just as empty.  Lights were coming on in the houses.  Any cars parked outside, in front gardens or in the streets, were softened by the snow heaping up on roofs, bonnets, windscreens.  They looked as though they'd been knitted in white angora wool by Elsa's mum.  One or two had recently been driven in to their parking spaces; tyre tracks showing the way they had come.  The snow lying on the pavements was a perfect, blank sheet waiting to accept the downward crunch of their footsteps.  Beth was conscious that she was in Elsa's shoes in both senses.   If only it was just Harold and me always.   The thought went around and around.
Harold squeezed her arm to his side.   "You all right?" he asked.
She was finding walking difficult.  Her legs felt too far apart.  She gave his arm a squeeze in return and said that she was fine.
As they approached the corner – the corner of the First Kiss – they saw something lying in the road.  It looked like a cardigan.  Car tracks went over it.  "A cat?" asked Harold, loosening his hold of Beth to go nearer.  "No, it's a rabbit."
"A rabbit!  Is it dead?"  Beth trod through the snow on the road to look more closely.  It must have come from the Heath.  They did sometimes.  So did foxes.
"Absolutely dead," said Harold.  "You don't have to look."
But she did.  The rabbit lay stretched out on its side, its black eyes bulging, and purple innards spilling from its gut.  But what drew Beth's attention was a crimson pool of blood glistening on the snow a yard from the body.  She'd left her own pool of blood on the towel beneath her body.
Later, when she was home (Mother in her poshest voice: "How kind of you, Mr Hudson, that's a rare thing for you to do, I'm thankful to you for taking care of my girl"), she had time to think this through.  Harold must have gone up to the attic earlier with a big white bath towel from the airing cupboard, laid it on the chosen bed and, afterwards when she was in the bathroom, whipped it away to hide somewhere.  What would he do with it?  Put it in the dustbin?  Hide the evidence from Elsa, certainly.

She wished she could love Harold whole-heartedly but this was no longer possible.  She loved him, yes, she wanted to; she would continue to want to be with him; but, but what?   There was a disturbance in her feelings.  She'd been hit.  Somehow or other she was the accident on the road.



                  My Review: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

This is my first read by Susan and I was blown away by this book. It was a fast paced gripping read. I was glued to my seat. I wasn't sure what I was going to expect with this story but overall I really enjoyed reading this.

The characters were really brought out well and the Author did a good job on the the adoption and knew what she was writing about. A job well done.

Recommend to my Woman Fiction Readers you will enjoy this book especially if you have been through an adoption. 

About Susan Barrett White Lies by Susan Barrett

Born in Plymouth, Devon in 1938, Susan Barrett began writing fiction in the 1960s while living on a Greek island. Her first novel was published by Michael Joseph in 1969. Film rights were sold and renewed over several years. She went on to write six more novels which were published with mainstream publishers in hardback and paperback in UK and USA. A book on Greece’s landscapes, flora and fauna, illustrated in watercolours by her artist husband Peter Barrett, was published by Harrap Columbus in 1986. They have also produced many children’s books together, published in the US. In the 1990s she trained in humanistic counselling and gestalt psychotherapy and has practised as a counsellor for the last twenty years. Her latest two novels and a work of non-fiction are available as ebooks and in paperback editions. Website http://www.aliveinww2.com Twitter @SusanBarrett192 Facebook https://www.facebook.com/writersreadersdirect Google+ https://plus.google.com/107631556274786388597

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This giveaway is for 2 print copies and 6 ebook copies of 'White Lies', for a total of 8 winners. Print is open to Canada, UK, and the U.S. only however, ebook is open worldwide. This giveaway ends on June 1, 2017 at midnight pacific time. Entries are accepted via Rafflecopter only. a Rafflecopter giveaway

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5 comments:

  1. Stacey, I've just read your review of "White Lies". Blown away! I love that. Such a response makes the writing worthwhile. Thank you.

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    1. Your welcome. πŸ˜€ Keep on writing more great books.

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  2. I will. You might like to read "A Home from Home", a wry look at life in a care home where elderly residents turn the tables on the owner and manager. It was out in the autumn, alongside "White Lies". https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1537014838 The best review, by a writer I admire, was this one:-
    “I enjoyed A Home from Home, and admired Susan Barrett’s imaginative verve and technical skill. The idiosyncratic setting of the care home is very convincing, and sheer multiplicity of the well-characterised staff and inmates is impressive. So are their complex interrelationships and their often surprising and far-reaching backgrounds. She brings off one of the best things that a novelist can do – the creation of a world – and writes about it both vividly and elegantly.” Michael Frayn, October 2016

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