Hi gang. Happy Sunday!
Thanks for taking time out from your roast chickens to visit my blog.
So: here is some big fat hairy hews about my third novel!
1. IT IS OUT ON JULY 7TH
2. IT IS CALLED THE UNFINISHED SYMPHONY OF YOU AND ME
3. PENGUIN HAVE TRIUMPHED YET AGAIN WITH THE JACKET! HERE IT IS! ISN’T IT BEAUTIFUL? I know I’m a bit biased but I think my book jackets may be the loveliest book jackets in the world. If you’ve bought a hard copy of either of my existing books you’ll know that they’re all tactile and textured – the kind of thing you’d like to stroke languidly across your face while eating melted chocolate and bathing in champagne, perhaps with a handsome man nibbling at your toes. Thanks, Penguin, for coming up with another classic.
4. HERE IS ALL THE INFORMATION I CAN GIVE YOU ABOUT THE BOOK!
The Unfinished Symphony of You and Me by Lucy Robinson
It was an emergency. Tomorrow I was starting a post-graduate diploma in opera at the Royal College of Music, alongside ten of the world’s most talented young singers. Even though I was not a performer of any kind. Let alone an opera singer, with a wardrobe full of satin gowns and a family who owned a large country estate in Gloucestershire with butlers and horses. I was a quiet girl from a council estate in the Midlands, who hated attention. Did you hear me? I was not an opera singer.
Sally is an outstanding singer but only in her wardrobe where nobody can hear her. She’d rather join a nudist colony than sing in public.
For years she’s kept her talent a secret while working as a wardrobe mistress at the Royal Opera House. But a wild, heady summer of love and loss in New York changes her forever and she returns to London having made a promise to step out of the shadows and into the limelight.
The night before she begins her new life at opera school, a beautiful man turns up on Sally’s doorstep bearing a sheepish smile and a mysterious hand-written message. With him come the best and worst memories of Sally’s life and she all-but passes out in the hallway.
How did he find her? Why is he here? Does he hold the truth to what happened back in New York? And, with him back on the scene, how will she manage to keep her promise?
Writing this novel really has been a labour of love. It took months of research, even more months of crazed writing and – like any good novel – a few tears too. It’s definitely the toughest book I’ve ever written but now it’s finished I couldn’t be more proud. Even now, after nearly two years of it washing around inside my head, it can make me laugh and cry. Like most writers I’m horribly critical of my work and I still hate reading my first two books (wazzock, Robinson!) but this . . . This one’s different for me. I love it with all my little heart and I can’t WAIT for you to read it.
And as most of you will know, I got ill just before I finished editing it so I had to put it (and myself) to bed for six long, painful months. At times I wondered if I’d ever be well enough to finish the damn thing. But I did, and it’s here! Nearly. Thank you all for the lovely words of encouragement while I was ill. You lot and your enthusiasm for my sweary ramblings made one thing abundantly clear: I had to get better and carry on being a writer as soon as humanely possible. So I did. And I thank you.
And . . . Hurrah!