It’s live! It is! The fabulous character-driven women’s fiction book, A Falling Friend. I have read it and it’s absolutely fantastic!
After spending her twenties sailing the globe, making love on fine white sand, and thinking only of today, Teri Meyer returns to Yorkshire—and to studying. That’s when she discovers John Wilmot, the second Earl of Rochester, and poet of all things depraved. What she doesn’t realise is even beyond his grave, his influence over her is extraordinary. To hell with the consequences.
Having gone out on a limb to get old friend Teri a job at the university at which she teaches, it doesn’t take long for Lee Harper to recognise a pattern. Wherever Teri goes, whatever she does, every selfish choice she makes, it’s all setting her up for a nasty fall. But Teri’s not the sort to heed a warning, so Lee has no choice but to stand by and watch. And besides, she has her own life to straighten out.
A clever, raw and hilarious character-driven masterpiece that follows the lives of two friends with the same ambitions, but who have vastly different ways of achieving them.
I would’ve loved to go back to bed and let the day wash over me but Teri, who didn’t go to church from one Christmas to the next, insisted on accompanying me to the 11am Mass.
‘I’ve never been to a Catholic ‘do’ before,’ she said. ‘It’ll be an experience.’
‘You won’t enjoy it,’ I warned. ‘There’ll be a lot of ghastly singing, never-ending prayers and the sermon will go on forever and ever.’
‘Bring it on,’ she said.
It wasn’t quite as bad as I predicted, primarily because Teri was fascinated by the candles, the incense and the rituals.
‘Teach me how to curtsey,’ she whispered as she followed me into our pew.
‘It’s not a curtsey,’ I said.
‘It looks like one,’ she replied.
‘It’s called genuflecting.’
‘Genuflecting.’ She rolled the word around her tongue. ‘Teach me how to do it.’
‘Hush,’ I whispered. ‘You’re in church – say a prayer.’
‘Later,’ she said, looking around wide-eyed. ‘I didn’t know Catholic churches were so pretty.’
I pressed a finger to my lips. ‘Keep your bloody voice down.’
But she wouldn’t be silenced. ‘What’s that thing they’re doing with their hands,’ she asked as a family of five genuflected and crossed themselves before piling into the pew in front.
‘What thing with their hands?’
‘This,’ she said, waving her left hand in front of her face and across her shoulders.
‘No, this,’ I said, showing her how to do it correctly with her right hand, tapping her forehead, lips and left shoulder, then the right one. She copied me – and grinned.
‘This is fun.’
The matriarch of the family in front turned and said ‘Happy Christmas’. It was Mrs O’Brien. ‘Have you heard from your mammy,’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘She phoned yesterday. They’re having a lovely time – she’s a cruise convert.’ Mrs O’Brien smiled at the little joke. Don’t mock – it was very appropriate for the venue.
Before she could reply, the choir and orchestra, led by Mrs O’Brien’s husband, Rory, launched into the opening verse of ‘Adeste Fideles’, we stood and, fumbling to find the right page in the hymn book, joined in as the priest swept up the central aisle, splashing holy water on the assembled congregation as he progressed.
‘Hell’s bells,’ Teri squealed, wiping her eyes. ‘What in God’s name was that?’
Declan, who was standing next to his mother, turned and raised a quizzical eyebrow. I shook my head and frowned at him. Teri stifled a giggle – but at least she took the hint and stopped broadcasting every thought that came into her head to the entire gathering. But she also raised a quizzical eyebrow in Declan’s direction.
‘Who?’ she mouthed.
‘Hands off,’ I mouthed back. ‘He’s married.’
About the Authors
More recently they have worked in higher education, teaching journalism to undergraduate and postgraduate students – Sue at Sheffield Hallam and Susan at Leeds Trinity.
The pair, who have been friends for 25 years, have already written two successful journalism text books together – Newspaper Journalism: A Practical Introduction; and Feature Writing: A Practical Introduction.
Sue, who is married with two grown-up daughters, loves reading, writing and exploring the cycle paths near her Yorkshire home. She blogs about books at http://www.pinkbicyclebooks.com Susan is married and spends her spare time walking and cycling in the Yorkshire Dales and on the east coast, and playing the ukulele.