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    The Wish House – Celia Rees

    “THE SUMMER OF THE WISH HOUSE Richard still thought about it like that, in standout large letters, capitalized in his mind. Title to a very special time. The End of his childhood. Richard had been fifteen that year, a good enough age to begin being an adult, but maybe the transition from one stage of life to another wasn’t marked by passing years, but by some event.” During the scorching summer of ’76 Richard comes across the Dalton family. Unlike any family he’s ever come across, they are glamorous, beautiful artists with their free love and a chilled out view of life. Richard is seduced by Clio, the 16 year…

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    Celia Rees blog tour & Giveaway: Playlist for This is Not Forgiveness

    Today I have Celia Rees, author of new book This is Not Forgiveness, Witch Child, Fools Gold and Pirates! among many others discussing the playnight for TINF, there are some awesome song included in this list so I’ll pass it over to Celia!  *** We all have soundtracks for our lives that evoke for us different times, different emotional states and states of mind. Music and song lyrics are hugely evocative.They are a powerful way of getting into the world and the mood of a book; a direct line into a character’s thoughts, feelings and emotional states. I make compilations and playlists for all my books, whether its 18th century seafaring songs for…

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    This is Not Forgiveness – Celia Rees

    “I can’t decide what to do with your ashes. It’s been nearly a year now. Almost summer again. The urn is sitting in front of me on the desk, brown plastic with a ref. number, the date and your name scribbled on a sticky label: Robert Julian Maguire.” Jamie and Rob have always had a slightly strained relationship. Rob was always Jamie’s big brother, always someone to look up to and do things for, but Rob didn’t treat him well, turning on him for the slightest of things. Now Rob is back from Afghanistan, wounded, he is worse than ever, bottling up his feelings by turning to the bottle he…