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Today I’m on the ‘The Pelican’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote M. Naidoo her book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Born and raised in Germany, M.Naidoo lives in Northern California with her husband, two daughters, and three dogs. One of them, Dusty, a spunky terrier mix, found its way into her debut novel.
When she is not in front of her computer, pounding out story lines and characters, she enjoys reading, movies, spending time with her family, and long walks on the beach – her proverbial ‘happy place’. M’s love for the beach and ocean shine through in the vivid descriptions of the coast in The Pelican.
“Juggling my life as a writer and a full-time ‘real’ job has its challenges. I don’t get to spend half as much time as I’d like doing what I love, and there are never enough hours in the day. Still, I feel extremely lucky to be following my passion, and I am enjoying every minute of it. Getting here has been one heck of a ride!”
“Because life is about living…”
Julia has never been one to surrender without a fight, but when she receives a devastating diagnosis, she has a decision to make.
Even after thirty years, she can still see her mother slowly fading away with every dose of chemo, every round of radiation, and every lost shred of hope. No, she won’t do it… not to her family… and not to herself!
Without warning, she packs up her belongings and disappears, leaving behind a life that, by all accounts, had been as perfect as they come, and a distraught family full of questions.
Finding peace in a beach house in Northern California turns out to have its complications though. While only a handful of other residents share the tiny beach community, each one has brought their own baggage and developed their own way of dealing with it. All Julia wants is to be left alone, but that simply does not seem to be an option, especially when there’s a persistent bird that declares her to be his new best friend.
Haunted by the shadows of the past, Julia is struggling to cope with the present. Will she have the strength to do this alone and eventually follow through with her plan? Will her family, divided by mixed reactions to being abandoned, come together to try and track her down? And what is the deal with that pelican of hers?
Only time will tell – and time is the one thing Julia does not have…
It was 2:34am, and Tom hadn’t slept through a single night in weeks. It had become some sort of a dreaded routine. He would wake up and wallow in about five seconds of bliss while he reached over to feel for Julia’s warmth until his hand met the empty space where her soft body should be. That’s when the realization would hit that this had not just been a nightmare. In his head, he would go into a lengthy monologue riding out the roller coaster from “How could you do this to me?” and “I can’t do this without you!” to “What the hell were you thinking?!” and “Whatever—see if I care!” Most often he found himself ending on “If you feel you had to do this, then who am I to stand in your way?” and ultimately, “I love you so much… damn, I miss you!” It was easier to go back to sleep that way. He’d wake up feeling empty, but this was still better than waking up with a splitting headache if he dozed off at “I’m so fuckin’ mad at you!”
Tonight was no different. Tom rolled over to reach for Julia and jolted fully awake the second his hand collided with the void on Julia’s side of the bed.
“Damn it,” he moaned as he rolled onto his back. “I hate the night…” For the next ten minutes or so Tom stared into the darkness, struggling to push back the thoughts that were filling his mind.
“Not tonight.” He felt for the light switch and turned on the small lamp on his bedside table. He had two choices: reach for the remote control or the phone. After a brief moment of hesitation, he grabbed the phone and started to dial. What time was it in London again? He could never quite get that stupid time difference right. Whatever time it was, it would be daylight, and he just needed to hear Mark’s voice, any voice, to repel the loneliness. Tom pushed himself up into a sitting position as he waited for the call to connect. A smile formed on his face. He hadn’t realized how much he missed talking to his son. After a few clicks and a pause, it finally rang… and rang… and rang. Eventually, Mark’s voice filled the handset, “Hi, this is Mark, sorry I missed your call-” Tom put the phone down and reached for the remote.
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