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Guest blogger: Elisabeth Rose

28 June 2020

My name is Lis and I’m a book-a-holic

As is true, I would imagine, for everyone reading this, I’ve always been an avid reader.

I was the child who read into the night and had several visits from one or other parent telling me sternly to turn off the light, before I could drag myself from the story.

I was the child in kindergarten who hated the post-lunch nap time and begged Mum to ask the teacher if I could read instead—which incidentally, started an anti-nap trend in the class.

I was the child who read all the books in the children’s section of the mobile library that came to our once rural suburb of Canberra, and asked to be allowed to borrow from the adult’s section.

I was the high schooler who got Mum to write a note excusing me from the stultifyingly boring weekly Religious Education class and spend the time in the library instead with the Jewish friend who had an exemption on religious grounds. Again, several friends joined us with notes from their parents. Years later both my children asked me to do the same when I told them about it. I read The Count of Monte Christo during that time, putting him back on the shelf at the end of each session and picking him up again the following week. A much better use of my time.

I was the teenager who read Georgette Heyer at a Davis Cup match in Sydney and got into trouble from my uncle, who’d taken me and my cousins along.

I was the high schooler who loved the assigned books in English. The Canterbury Tales, Lord of the Flies, Shakespeare and Thomas Hardy included.

I am the adult who at least thirty-five years ago wandered the aisles in the library trying to remember which authors I enjoyed and which books to choose and, in a flash of brilliance never experienced again, decided to read my way through the library by choosing the first few books in the A section and moving steadily along the shelves with each visit. This was guaranteed to broaden my reading and it didn’t fail. I didn’t cheat. I always took the next book regardless of genre or off-putting cover. I sometimes read more than one book by an author, but I didn’t always read more than one. I didn’t always finish a book, but I did give it a go and I came across some truly wonderful authors I would never have picked up otherwise—Margaret Atwood with Surfacing (The Handmaid’s Tale came out later), Louis De Bernieres with Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe novels—and went on to read many more of their books.

It was interesting to see how many of those authors’ books I read so long ago popped up on TV (e.g. The Handmaids Tale), or became movies (e.g. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin) or in reverse, which one’s were already movies and as I read began to realise I knew the story. I also discovered that a lot of author surnames begin with C and it took a long time to get through the Cs to D.

I maintained that system—much to the amusement of my friends, who never tired of asking me what letter I was up to—through several relocations of that branch of the library until a few years ago when they decided to shelve the books by genre. It had become increasingly difficult to keep up with the new additions and with an increase in my non-library reading and ebooks, I’ve largely—dare I say it?—shelved my system. In those 35+ years I managed to get up to midway through the H’s.

I do go to a different library branch sometimes and they still have the multi genre system so all is not lost. Libraries have reopened.

H isn’t a big section and I and J should be smallish …

My latest book, A Light in the Dark, book 3 in the Taylor’s Bend rural romantic suspense series, will be released in July. The Secrets that Lie Within and Where There is Smoke were released last year. I am currently working on book 4.

You can find Elisabeth here: Website | Facebook | BookBub

A Light in the Dark

Can a dream hold the answer to a violent crime … and bring two people together?

Since the deaths of her father and stepmother nine months before, Mia Petros has suffered a terrifying recurring dream which implies that their deaths were not a murder-suicide at the hands of her father–as the police decided–but a double murder.

In Taylor’s Bend to clear and sell her father’s house, Mia, driven to breaking point by the dream and unnerved by the simmering resentment her appearance has aroused, is determined not to leave the bleak midwinter town until she has answers.

Local newspaper editor Arlo McGuiness, an ex-investigative journalist avoiding his own troubled past, is intrigued by the mystery and by Mia, especially when she tells him about her dream. His old, familiar urge to find the truth is awakened. But his probing engenders trouble–nasty comments are followed by malicious acts, and before long Arlo and Mia face escalating violence, their lives in danger.

You can find more information here, including buy links.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. 28 June 2020 11:51 am

    Liz, can you supply an Amazon link?

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