Spotlight and guest-post: For the Love of Grace

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For the Love of Grace

Grace Backer had a life full of tragedy. But despite everything, she raised her son, Tom, with her secret intact. Tom is a prodigal child, destined to escape the slums of the East End of London for a better life; circumstances will make him flee his loving mother and their home much sooner than expected. Tom starts a new life in Odessa, Russia, and with the help of new-found friends starts a business. At last, he is finally accepted into a new and loving family, but one which holds its own dark secrets. A chance meeting with the son of a duke of the realm leads to close friendship and a new business partnership. When Tom decides to move his company to London and have his regal new friend run it, the firm thrives. However, not everything is as it seems, and Tom?s* business soon conceals dangerous secrets of its own. Years later, when Tom finally decides to return to London, he is a wanted man, one hunted by the intelligence agencies. If he is finally to be reunited with his beloved mother and his best friend, he must fight to put the past behind him. But keeping secrets is never easy.


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After serving in the British Army for over twenty-five years in the Parachute Regiment, Andy Blackman today lives in Bedworth, Warwickshire and works within in the IT sector. In his spare time he can be found visiting his three daughters and grandchildren.

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Andy Blackman sharing his thoughts
on reading and some of his favourite authors

I must admit I have never read a book by any author in the countries mentioned in my book apart from the UK, but I do like to read a wide range of books, from crime to historical ones.  It’s the reading that I get my pleasure from, not really the author. After all if we waited for just one author to release a book we would only read a few books every few years and to me that is a terrible thought.

So if I am really pressed on the matter my favourite author is Jeffery Archer*. I find his books are enjoyable and easy to read, which to me is far more important than anything to me, as if you do not enjoy the subject matter then why read?

You should at least enjoy and read a good book.  I personally think if you can put a book down and leave it alone for a few days then the book has not gripped your imagination, however a really well written book is a book you start to read and you cannot put down. You want to find out what is going to happen to the very end and will be one you can remember for years after.

I can remember the first book I actually read which was gripping and that has stayed with me to this very day was “Of Mice and Men” by John Steinbeck. This book somehow got into my soul and even now I can recall some parts of it.

My second-best author is “Wilbur Smith”, I find him again a compelling read, but I think that reading is a very personal thing. What some like, others will hate and find boring, but I tend to read if I like the sound of the book.

Some famous authors churn out book after book but when it comes down to it the plot is always the same as the first one they wrote just change a few things so to me it is a personal thing, and you should read what you enjoy.

Some people are fanatical about reading celebrities and their autobiographies, which I find very self-centred and not very interesting. Apart from the odd few who have waited to live their lives before releasing their autobiography. Unlike those that are in their early twenties, still in the public eye, but just want to tell the world all about their millions and how it’s been a hard twenty years getting to that point. I promise I will never write one and become so shallow!

The third author who I admire and enjoy is Clive Cussler, he once again writes some interesting books, not everyone’s cup of tea but as I said reading is a personal thing after all it is only you a book and your imagination that in the end is partaking in the act, that’s why reading is so personal.

I hope some will read my book, For the Love of Grace and like it. No doubt some will trash it, but like I always like to quote from that great man Abe Lincoln – You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people, all of the time”.

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Katharina Luther
Katharina Luther
to be released on Oct 4th,
by Clink Street Publishing
Received for review

On 31st October 1517 Martin Luther pinned ninety-five theses on the Castle Church door, Wittenberg, criticizing the Church of Rome; they were printed and published by Lucas Cranach and caused a storm. Nine young nuns, intoxicated by Luther’s subversive writings, became restless and longed to leave their convent. On Good Friday 1523 a haulier smuggled them out hidden in empty herring barrels. Five of them settled in Wittenberg, the very eye of the storm, and one of them – Katharina von Bora – scandalised the world by marrying the revolutionary former monk. Following a near miscarriage, she is confined to her bed to await the birth of their first child; during this time, she sets down her own story. Against a backdrop of 16th Century Europe this vivid account of Katharina von Bora’s early life brings to the spotlight this spirited and courageous woman.



Guest-post and excerpt: Errors of Evaluation by Paola Pica

 Errors of Evaluation
Paola Pica

Errors of Evaluation


Title: Errors of Evaluation
Author: Paola Pica
Price: Paperback £6.99 and Ebook £2.99
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing
Published: 26th July
Pages: 104
ISBN-13: 978-1911110323
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Francesca’s presence pervades the lives of everyone she meets. From the therapist – an ambiguous and even more unscrupulous person than herself – to the husband who, after twenty years of marriage, is left financially ruined and suicidal; and her own cousin, who despite tirelessly attempting to help her in a time of need, has been left betrayed on two separate occasions a decade apart. Three very different characters tell their story about the inscrutable woman who has entered their lives, each one offering their own point of view on who the beautiful Francesca really is. Each has made an error of evaluation which they now realise has prejudiced their lives and their relationships. An omniscient narrator will have the final say.


As I have already said, even if I have been writing all my life, I only decided to become a writer, in the literal meaning of the word, a little more than ten years ago.  What do I mean by “literal meaning”?  Simply that a person who likes writing is not a writer until people  start reading the things that she/he writes.  Until that moment, they are “people who write” and not “writers”.  My turning point in all this process was the terrible accident I went through and that stuck me home for more than three months.  At that point I had plenty of time to spend writing and phoning to Publishers, sending them or having my manuscripts (amazing how we still use this word for the computer written drafts we send them) refused.

My drawers were full of all I had been writing since I was a girl of fourteen or fifteen and used to keep a diary.  I remember that I used to write it in English, because I was the only one in the family who knew that language while all the others had studied and practiced French.  That was the time of my first love stories (more or less platonic) and my mother was very curious about my life, due to the fact that I had always been very quiet about what happened at school or when I was with my friends.  Quite the reverse with my brothers and sisters, who were much more talkative than me.  I remember myself at the seaside with my family, when I was thirteen, reading the letters from some of my friends in the shower on the beach, so that I could tell my mother that they had been destroyed by the running water.  They were very innocent letters but my mother was very intrusive; which I didn’t like at all.  Those were different times from now and letters were still exchanged:  no mobile phones and no email and even parents seemed to worry more, probably too much, about  their children’s lives.  And that was not very long ago.  Italy has probably prolonged a little more than anywhere else the authoritative position of parents.

When I think of my books and of the inspiration I had for each of them, I can’t help  linking part of the facts I create with my personal experience, even if none of them is autobiographic.  In ERRORS OF EVALUATION, for example, Francesca’s having to rely on her sister’s complicity for going on a motorbike ride with Massimo, comes straight from my girlhood, when my mother wanted us to be under strict control.

Or when I look back to where the inspiration came to me from, regarding the “Respectable Man”’s worrying about his son’s not wanting to go ahead with his grandfather and father’s professions.  All that, even if not autobiographic again, came to me from the class clashes that still exist in Italy and through which Italians still have to go on several occasions in their lives.

I enjoy putting on the page the real life, digging in which I find deeper and more superficial layers of history and traditions, which are the basis of our culture.  And, speaking of culture, I am particularly happy at having been given an opportunity for experiencing different cultures and, as a consequence, different lifestyles in different countries.  I’m thinking of England above all, because it was a great part of my education and life; but there is something else that I find very useful for my creativeness, that is, the many contacts with foreigners that I daily  have from my job.  When I spend, say, one hour or more speaking with them about their lifestyles and countries so far from mine (I do it repeatedly), all the “material” they contribute to the conversation is a gift to me.  It enriches the knowledge I have of mankind, because they tell me about  their points of view on topics that are usually universal but differently focused on by each of them, according to their different cultures.

Nevertheless, having said all that, I must also say that the environment I feel more at ease in is and will always be the Italian one, with all its varieties and, sometimes, contradictions.  In fact, according to our general culture and their individual upbringings, Italians can be Elenas or Francescas, Marcos or Massimos; and only an omniscient narrator, like the one in the fourth chapter in my ERRORS will be able to unify the various points of view and kinds of behavior.


From the 2° chapter:  Massimo, Francesca’s husband, who has been introduced to the Reader by Marco, the “Shrink”, in the first chapter, opens this chapter speaking about himself


I turned sixty not long ago and I am paying for the biggest mistake of my life, made more than thirty years ago and which I tried to fix by taking my own life — this absurd life that does not belong to me, which is no longer the golden existence into which I was born and raised.

I am in a hospital bed in the private clinic where my brother wanted me placed, he himself shouldering all the expenses. I wouldn’t have been able to oppose this even had I wanted to, because I was unconscious and in grave danger of dying, having shot myself in the heart with a .22 caliber gun. Or, at least, that’s what I thought I had done.

Two wrongs do not make a right: you can’t fix one mistake by making another even bigger one. I shouldn’t have missed the target.

I spend too much time thinking, now that they sedate me less after bringing me out of my medically-induced coma.

It’s probably the drugs, but my life has been passing before my eyes, this life of infamy.

It’s strange: when I realized that I was thinking as a person awake and that I was not dreaming, much less living ‘else- where’, after the dreaded tunnel, the first thought I had was that I should hide the gun with which I had hurt myself, con- vinced that it was next to me on the living-room floor of my house, and that it would be a good idea to make it disappear.

It was to lessen the enormous disgrace that I felt for not having succeeded, for still being alive, for having to suffer the shame of her having it her way again, that Bitch, and now she would be so sure that I had staged this scene for her so that she would come back to me. That would be a real curse, for sure.


The Reader has already been informed about Francesca’s husband, who has always wanted her because of her beauty and has succeeded in giving her the certainty that Beauty will open any doors in front of her.  “That must be the big mistake he is hinting at…”, I want my reader to be telling himself at this point.