#Fahrenbruary Review: Death Of A Diva – Derek Farrell @DereklFarrell @FahrenheitPress

 

I’m not known for my diva tendencies, but for this book I dug deep and discovered my inner diva. She’s a suave, sophisticated and alluring one. I only hope I don’t end up face down on a table full of Charlie 😳

 

Sitting in her makeup chair, eyes staring lifelessly ahead, the diva is dead. Her sequinned dress glittering in the light cast from above; the little pools of reflected light sparkling across the paper held tightly in her hand. The policeman carefully prises it out of her grip and unfurls it. It reads, “The Last Will and Blurb of Lyra Day”:

“Danny Bird is having a very bad day. In the space of just a few hours he lost his job, his partner and his home. 

Ever the optimist, Danny throws himself headlong into his dream to turn the grimmest pub in London into the coolest nightspot south of the river. Sadly, everything doesn’t go quite as planned when his star turn is found strangled hours before opening night. 

Danny becomes the prime suspect in the crime, and then the gangster who really owns the pub starts asking where his share of the takings has gone… it seems things are going to get worse for Danny before they get better.”

Cover Reveal – Gone To Ground @rachelamphlett

There are many things that I have never done in my 47 years upon this earth.

I have never:

• Been to Mars.
• Wrestled a Great White Shark in a tub of jelly – lime flavour, since you asked.
• Completed a Legend Of Zelda game.
• Hopped on one leg for 24 hours without stopping whilst eating noodles with chopsticks.
• Won the heart of a fair maiden. Still.
• Successfully looked after a plant without it dying before its time.
• Ridden a mammoth.
• Ridden a prehistoric creature of any kind.
• Pushed the button at a level crossing and have the light change immediately.
• Put 6 ping pong balls into my mouth and recited a poem without dribbling.
• Put 6 ping pong balls into my mouth.
• Been bitten on the bum by a bullet ant.

None of these things has ever bothered me before. And, if I’m honest, they still don’t.