At last, my blog book, A Year in Lush Places: Tales from England's Rural Underbelly, is out in paperback.
It's been available in Kindle format for a little while now and I've been like an ant with a overdose of formic acid as I waited for the 'proper' book to arrive.
And now it has, thanks to the good folks at FeedaRead. It will also be available from leading booksellers.
It's a slim little number - it's a novella, you see. Sneeze and you might miss a vital bit of the plot. But if you enjoy the Dorset part of this blog, I think you'll enjoy the book.
Here's the blurb:
Immersed in a sea of Barbour wearers and waves of Daily Mail readers, Maddie Grigg charts the highs and lows of a Dorset year as she attempts to swim against the tide in the lively and lovely village of Lush Places. From singing groups, book clubs and point-to-point, not to mention election wars, the village has it all. A quiet rebel, Maddie is married to a charmer, a man with whom men want to get drunk and women fall in love. Her diary is a story of love, trust and friendship. Inspired by and taken from the affectionate and amusing Blog of Note, The World From My Window, the novella will make you smile and leave you yearning for a life more simple. But you might never eat another pasty again.
It's an ideal size to put in your beach bag and read in one sitting. And then clamour for the BBC to turn it into a prime Sunday evening feel-good serial, with Ray Winstone as Mr Grigg and Joely Richardson as his long suffering wife. Or at the very least call for it to be book of the week on Radio Four's Woman's Hour.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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