Learning to Love
The good Dr David Adams has been bad. Could you learn to love him?
Learning to Love
Explores the Fragility of Love, Life, and Relationships ~
~ and the sometimes tenuous bonds that hold people together. Widower, Dr David Adams, has recently moved to the village – where no one knows him, ergo there’s no fuel for neighbourhood gossip – to start afresh with his ten year old son, if only he can get to a place where his son wants to speak to him. Angry and withdrawn, Jake blames his dad for the death of his mother, and David doesn’t know how to reach him.
Andrea Kelly has too many balls in the air. With three children and a “nuts” mother to care for, her fiancé can’t fathom why she wants to throw something else into the mix and change her career. Surely she already has too much on her plate? Because her plates are skew-whiff and her balls are dropping off all over the place, Andrea points out. She needs to make changes. Still her fiancé, who has a hidden agenda, is dead-set against it. When Andrea’s house burns mysteriously to the ground and Andrea and her entourage are forced to move in with the enigmatic Dr Adams, however, the village drums soon start beating, fuel aplenty when it turns out someone does know him – the woman carrying his baby.
“Learning to Love” is my fifth book published through Safkhet Publishing, all of them romantic comedies, though this book is perhaps a little more poignant. I do feel drawn to writing about real people dealing with some of the traumas life tends to throw at us, people whom the reader identifies with and wants to get to know. A story portraying characters readers can relate to and hopefully laugh and cry with as they cope with those traumas, because the reader is empathising with the character, because they’ve been there. I’ve often been asked if I write from personal experience. The truth is, yes, I do incorporate my own personal life experiences into my stories, and also those that people have been kind enough to share with me, hopefully bringing you heartfelt, believable fiction. So, are readers relating? Well, some people seem to be. I’m shamelessly quoting some reviews here, which leave me glowing with pride:
Deals with loss & betrayal in manner that lifts it far above an average ‘chick-lit’.
Has perfectly captured the highs and lows of parenting a special needs child
An entertaining, easy read- a more mature style of chick-lit that might appeal to fans of Katie Fforde.
Fabulous, funny, heartbreaking. If you are a fan of Jill Mansell you will love SOMEBODY TO LOVE!
Fabulous entertainment! Brilliant rom com with serious undertones.
***Carol at Dizzy C’s Little Book Blog says: “Tissue box at the ready reader! 5 out of 5! On the TOP READS for 2013 list”!***
***Nikki at Nikki’s Books4U says, Learning to Love is one of her “TOP TEN READS of all time”!***
And so, a little about the story behind the story: Learning to Love started life as a short – the theme of which was bereavement in childhood, which was accepted by the Birmingham City University to be published in their Anthology, Paper and Ink.
My reasons for needing to write this subject were feelings around loss. In my twenties, when I lost my mum, I was ‘grown up’ – though I wonder whether we ever really are. Sadly, I had also lost my second child by then. When I lost my brother a few years later, who left behind him a fiancé and child, I suppose bereavement became something I felt driven to explore, when the time was right. Featuring a widowed father and his son, Learning to Love looks at the loss of a parent in childhood and how a child dealing with such a tragedy might be encouraged to grieve. Life events had fuelled the emotion. Research, talking to children who had suffered in such a way and to the surviving spouse, provided the story I felt I needed to tell. What struck me above all was the coping mechanism devised by one lone parent. He called it The Memory Box: A simple shoebox, stuffed full of photographs of the child’s mother along with other personal trinkets that would remind him of her. Importantly, remind him of the good times, the positive things his mother brought to his life, the times they laughed together. It was easy to see how humour plays a great part in the healing process. I called my short The Memory Box, in honour of that father and his little boy.
So there you have it, my soul laid bare, some of my reasons for writing poignant, yet humorous, fiction – or as a reviewer put it: fiction that “deals with loss & betrayal in manner that lifts it far above average ‘chick lit”.
A HUGE, HEARTFELT THANK YOU TO ALL THE BOOK BLOGGERS AND READERS WHO HAVE GIVEN OF THEIR TIME AND REVIEWED MY BOOKS SO WONDERFULLY.
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