(click on that big old book cover there to be taken to the pre-order page)
Yes, that’s my eBook there all ready to be pre-ordered: buy it now and it’ll arrive on your devices bang on midnight, February 1st. That’s this Friday!
Do I sound hyper? I think I’m about to bounce right through the ceiling. That, or fall through the floor with utter anxiety at the fact that real, actual, human people will be able to read all the words I’ve written. And there are quite a lot of them.
Oh, I’m losing my mind over here. Losing. My. Mind.
Publishing a book has been my dream as long as I can remember: it’s the only vaguely career-related thing I’ve ever been bang-on certain about. And now it’s coming true.
Oh, look, I’ve been neglecting my website again. For a good half of 2018, in fact. That happy little post I did a few months back about getting all disillusioned with blogging? Yeah, turns out that stuck. And for all my good intentions of going back to basics, having a good little ramble from time to time… that went out the window.
I suppose I didn’t think I had anything useful to say. I was just getting on with life, revving up for some big big things coming my way.
And now it’s time for those big things to get underway.
Firstly, you might have noticed that this website has had a bit of a revamp – my own domain name is back, for a start! And, er, my name has changed back. Don’t worry, I’m still happily married. But I’ve always said that I want my pen-name to be my maiden name. It’s far more memorable than my married one, for a start, and my feminist side has always stridently proclaimed that any big achievements I, er, achieve, should be done in my own original name.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society film came out in cinemas last week, and I was at the cinema as soon as I could throw myself through the doors. As a born and bred genuine Guernsey donkey – one currently living 350 miles away and feeling a little homesick – I was dying to see my homeland represented on the big screen. I read the book, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, years and years ago, and I enjoyed it. Oh, it had its issues – quite a lot of them, when it came to historical accuracy – but it was inoffensive, and had some stellar characters that propelled it into something a bit special.
Could the film live up to expectations and show my beautiful island in all its glory?
The fact it’s taken me over a week to write this review probably says quite a lot…
I’m going to go right in and say: I raged my way all the way through this film. It’s a good thing my friend Hannah and I were among only about eight people in the cinema at the time, because every so often I couldn’t help but expectorate a hiss of “FUCK OFF” or “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”.
I honestly don’t know how to write this review, because I had so, so many issues with this film. I should probably divide it into two sections: issues with the adaptation from the book to a film, and the problematic nature of its representation of Guernsey.