Left on the Shelf

Fiona and the Forgotten Piano was the winner of BBNYA 2025! (more about BBNYA at the end of this post) *** I am required to make it clear a...

Georgine tied the laces of her running shoes, keeping one anxious eye on the patterned glass in her front door and the two manly shapes silh...

  Hasn't the weather been glorious? A little too hot for some perhaps? However, there is nothing nicer than finding a shady spot, a long...

  The year lies ahead of us, its full moons, equinoxes and soltices, meteor showers, flowers, cakes and festivities all to come, from the fi...

  Despite the years, her handwriting remains unchanged: big loops, rounded forms and circles for dots. I smile, then tut. She's put Sydn...

  Here we are at the end of another month. It is summertime here in the UK and the weather has not relected the season. We had a few nice da...

  In the autumn of 1974 my mother stopped going to work at the bakery. I passed there often, and the ladies in their blue tabards still smil...

  I find it impossible to think about February without pancakes popping into my mind. Actually, I did not partake this year. My healthy eati...

  The girl may have been the end for him. The end's beginning, like the bend of a road too slight to notice where it leads. She could ha...

  Katya woke from nothing with her mouth closed on a gasp. This sudden coming back to herself, from something that wasn't sleep: there w...

Hello and welcome to this week's Tuesday Teaser. The place where we take a sneaky peek at a book that has caught my eye. This week we ar...