Read my Lips
It’s said that ‘There’s a book inside all of us’. Well, mine is out!
Who wants to think or talk about dying?
And if you’re going to live for ever then don’t.
It’s not the book I thought I’d write. Who dreams of writing a book about dying? In
Is it a hilarious tale with romance and a
Lipstick, Laughter, Letting Go does
Now if you’re thinking ‘No thanks I can’t go there’- then feel free to return when the time is right for you but just maybe you have stumbled across this for a reason?
There are no big names to endorse it but here is real feedback from real people who have taken a deep breath and turned the page.
“It is deeply moving but not trite and answers questions I didn’t even realise I had about dying. I cried, laughed and it made me assess my own relationships.”
“I love reading books that you just can’t put down and this was one of them!”
“It’s like a
“It made me want to spend some wine-fuelled evenings with the Curtains”
“This is a love story. I feared that my own experience of loss would make reading about death too painful but actually I found it comforting.”
“I am heading out to buy myself a new Lipstick today.”
“You really had me sucked in from the very beginning and I read it like a speeding train.”
“I never re-read books but I know there will be a time when I will want to re-read this one.”
Who in their right mind sets out to write a book?
If I’d known the work required to get a manuscript to print I don’t think I’d ever have attempted it. What I know now is that writing is the easy bit. Everything else requires passionate, meticulous word freaks and I was lucky to have found my way to or have had helping hands lead me to these professionals and very generous individuals.
Nadine Davidoff, Karen Greenberg, Julia Silk and Kim Swivel
For those I lumped with reads, re-reads, title toss-ups and my moments of insecurity, I am beyond grateful. To attempt to name everyone would almost certainly leave someone out, so like the book, I won’t even try. However, if it hadn’t been for my crazy cousin Katie telling me to ‘just bloody start writing’ then I know I would still be thinking about it. If Mare Mare hadn’t been
Perhaps many friends
Anyway, you were
And god forbid if someone I don’t know is