|Meet Me at Beachcomber Bay : Jill Mansell|
I know that this is not the first time I've waxed lyrical about my love for Jill Mansell and her books. I therefore could not have been more enthusiastic to kick off the blog tour for her new title; Meet Me at Beachcomber Bay.
A small town in Cornwall, St Carys is home to our main group of characters. I remember being told by a primary school English teacher that it didn't do to have more than a couple of main characters in a book, as it can get confusing; Jill's books always make me think of this, as they're a perfect example of that teacher being wrong. I love the way that there's a faint connection between many of the characters in the way that only a small community can provide and it works to make them feel even more homely and welcoming to the reader, making them feel like part of the town.
Frankly, I loved Clemency and was desperately hoping she would somehow get her happy ending.
I know it probably doesn't come as a surprise to anyone that I loved this book, but I really think it appeals to any reader rooting for love to come through. Hopelessly romantic, yet at the same time entirely down to earth and relatable, Jill's writing style always makes me feel as though I know her merry band of characters.
Anyway, I've been allowed to share an extract from the first chapter with you, so that you can see for yourself.
Sometimes it only takes a split second for a state of absolute calm to turn to one of horror and panic.
‘Oh dear, poor thing.’ Clemency turned to watch as a purple-faced businessman in a too-tight suit hurtled across the concourse at Malaga airport in the direction of the departure gates, panting and grunting as he ran and scattering small children in his wake.
The British girl who was working on the Chanel stand in duty-free said, ‘Honestly, it’s amazing how many people don’t bother to pay attention to the boards.Yesterday there was a party of fifteen Spanish guys in one of the bars and they were so busy watching a football match on TV that they ended up missing their flight. Imagine!’
‘That’s crazy,’ Clemency marvelled, trying a purple eyeshadow shot with gold sparkly bits on the back of her hand. Nice.
‘Oh, we see everything here. So many people don’t even turn up at the airport until their flight’s about to close.’
‘I couldn’t do that. I always like to give myself loads
of time. Then I know I can really relax,’ Clemency said
happily, ‘and spend ages in duty-free trying out all the make-up.’
Which was why another forty minutes had passed before she finally arrived at the checkout to pay for the new lipstick she’d chosen, because these things took time, and choosing the perfect lipstick was important.
The bored-looking cashier said, ‘May I check your boarding pass, please?’
Clemency glanced down at her left hand, the one that should have been clutching her passport. The passport with the boarding pass neatly tucked inside it.
She looked down at the hand and saw that it was clutching instead a handful of perfume card samplers, each one sprayed with a different scent.
And that was the moment absolute calm turned to horror and panic.
‘Just in time,’ said the female attendant as Clemency hurtled towards the departures desk. ‘We were about to close the gate!’
Clemency couldn’t speak. She wanted to fall to her knees and gulp air into her burning lungs, but there was no time; she was already being ushered out through the sliding doors and across the tarmac towards the waiting plane. Her drag- along case was banging against her ankles, perspiration was trickling down her spine and her mouth was dry as she struggled up the clanky metal steps, still hyperventilating. Oh God, she could only imagine the colour of her face. She must be puce.
The male flight attendant greeted her with a wink. ‘Nice
The tour continues - make sure that you head over to #BeachcomberBay soon. I could not recommend this book more.