Fearnley Fiction

Buy Here I read this book as part of a blog tour.  It was not what I was expecting at all. I thought it might be your typical family holiday type book, with a little bit of drama, starting at the airport.  This wasn't the case. It had a really nice introduction to all the family members, and allowed you to spend time getting to know them. I became hooked on this book wanting to know more. It might well be a family holiday but it felt like so much more to me. Yes, families don't always get along, and this is shown. However, they are always there for one another. I loved this about this book, no mater what family has your back. I can't describe how much I did enjoy it. You'll have to read it for yourself.  Highly recommend this book. Perfect to snuggle down to, or even enjoy in the sunshine.  

Buy Here I was invited to be part of the audio blog tour on this book. I have to say, I didn’t know if I was going to like this, given that I have never read a Jane Austen novel. This didn’t matter at all. It was more about the characters and their love for her. And now my love for them.  I felt like characters were all dear friends by the end. The imagery of each one and the environment that had been described. The characters, are all very different but it just shows you the closeness of a small town as well as not to judge someone by how they look or what they do. I couldn't help but feel that I was right along side each of them and there at the meetings.  I loved the voices done by the reader of this book, it really helped to distinguish who was who. It added an extra layer to this book. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I would re listen to this book. I think I will also have a read of this book. At the moment it is standing up to be one of my favourite reads of the year. I would r...

Buy Here I was asked to take part in this blog tour and the book sounded great so I thought, why not!  When I started this book I knew it was going to be quite a quick read due to the writing style, I thought it might be a light fluffy read. To an extent it is, however, there is a more sincere side to it. It's a love story of a different kind to one you would expect, with a few twists and turns along the way.  Daisy dies, at that point I was confused as it was a rules for living book. All this is explained. Daisy and Death form a brilliant relationship and I can imagine being along side them for their adventures. Plus the description of death doesn't make him sound like you would imagine. There is more to him than meets the eye.  This book had a message to it, and I thought that it was really important. After you die you leave behind people who care about you and those who you've care about. Everything changes and nothing stays the same for them or you.  I was unsure...

Buy Here I really enjoyed this book. Its not your traditional serial killer thriller. Which I normally enjoy. This book still kept twisting and turning. I loved the idea of throwing articles in from an unknown dark web source. I enjoyed the chase as it were to find who had taken her. It did focus on the victims POV which is actually a different style for me to read. I think it was done very well. Open for another book and I'm sure it will be just as great. Not your normal serial killer thriller but great none the less.

Buy Here Chapter One Arctic Red 1988 Frankie Appleton was counting gates. Heavy rain was flicking forward-slashes onto the car windscreen and the botanical temperature inside the car was steaming up the glass like a curtain but she was soon able to find a rhythm. Wipe the glass, count the gate. Wipe the glass, count the gate.  As the glimpsed gates sped by, wrought-iron, double-hinged, Buxton, lattice, Frankie’s fingers grazed the slip of paper in her coat pocket, a sentence from the magazine Garden Gates – A Definitive Guide: ‘A gate is the first thing that a visitor sees and its appearance gives an indication of what lies beyond it, providing either a positive or negative first impression.’  She didn’t just like counting gates. She liked designing them too. She’d written the quote in red felt-tip pen on her bedroom wall, behind a Madonna poster – the ‘Angel’ one, where she’s wrapped in a blue towel, or maybe it’s a blue dressing gown. She could never quit...

Buy Here Summer 1929 The lake is silky smooth, lapping gently around the legs of the jetty. The knobbly planks beneath my toes are thick and warmed by the sun. Karl is on the bank, wriggling into his shorts under the towel Mutti is holding around him. ‘Careful Hetty,’ Karl shouts. ‘The water’s deep out there.’ ‘I’m just looking,’ I call back. ‘I want to see the big fish.’ I shuffle right to the very end and curl my toes around the edge. Crouching low, I peer into the water. I can’t see the bottom of the lake. Maybe there isn’t one. Perhaps the dark green water goes all the way down to the middle of the earth where savage monsters lurk, waiting. Walter swims towards the jetty. He splashes his arms around then floats on his back, pale toes bobbing up out of the water. He pops up again, grinning at me, pushing his wet hair off his face. I wish I could have swimming lessons like Karl, then I too could glide like a fish, instead of splashing about in the shallows, stubbing...

Buy Here ‘Thank you, Monsieur l’Abbé.’ She spoke with downcast eyes, and waited until she heard the front door close behind him before she heaved a sigh of relief and went up to her attic bedroom where she lit her candle and closed her door. It was cold in the room and she undressed quickly, putting on her nightgown and wrapping her blanket round her as she sat up in bed to read a news sheet she had picked up off the street on her way to the market. Sometime later she heard the front door bang and after a moment Father Thomas’s heavy tread as he made his way upstairs. To her dismay he did not stop on the first floor where he had taken over Father Lenoir’s bedroom, but continued up the steep stairs that led to the attics. Hurriedly Annette blew out her candle, and turning her back to the door curled up in her blanket as if already asleep. She waited with bated breath as she heard the footsteps stop outside her door. There was a long pause and then she heard the handle turn and...