My Publication Day – Amanda Reynolds.

Today, I would like to welcome you to my blog to read about Amanda Reynold’s publication day and what it means to her. Her book Close To Me will be published in paperback on the 27th July.


How will you spend the day?

On publication day, I will be busy getting ready for an event that evening at my local Waterstones, in Cheltenham. I’m quite nervous about it, as it’s also a reading and book signing. Everyone has told me to relax and enjoy it, and I’m sure I will.

Will you be following reviews from early readers or do prefer not to know?

Fortunately, as Close To Me has been out as an eBook for three months prior to paperback publication, it already has lots of reviews and they have been overwhelmingly positive. I do check my reviews every now and then, although less frequently now as I’m settling in to the whole idea of being published.

Is it emotional, getting the novel you have worked on for months into the public eye?
It is emotional sharing my novel, particularly as it’s my debut, but it’s also such a privilege to be published that I’m determined to enjoy every bit of it as much as I
possibly can.

I often wonder and imagine that when your novel is published and you have been working on at least one novel since, is the book that is published less important? And is it a distraction, welcome or otherwise having to focus on what is for you old material?

That is one of the big differences when you’re working with a publisher, always having your head in more than book, but I like that diversity. It’s also great to get out and meet people and talk to other writers and readers. Close To Me will always be special to me, so I don’t mind at all going back to Jo and Rob’s world, although I do sometimes need to refresh my memory as I become so involved in my new characters whilst I’m writing.

Do blog tours make you more nervous or do you see them as beneficial?

There was a wonderful Blog Tour for the eBook publication of Close To Me, which was entirely beneficial as each day there was a new post: an extract, review, or Q&A. I missed it when the tour finished. The blogging community have been wonderfully supportive to me and Close To Me. I wrote about it on my author site as I’m constantly in awe of all the hard work that goes into book blogging.

What is your publication day treat?

My publication day treat is to get my nails done. I go to a fantastic salon where I live in Cheltenham and they give you a glass of fizz whilst they pamper you.


Close to Me by Amanda Reynolds – Review.


About the Book

When Jo Harding falls down the stairs at home, she wakes up in hospital with partial amnesia – she’s lost a whole year of memories.
A lot can happen in a year. Was Jo having an affair? Lying to her family? Starting a new life?
She can’t remember what she did – or what happened the night she fell.
But she’s beginning to realise she might not be as good a wife and mother as she thought.

My Review

Close to Me is a new novel that follows the fairly common theme of having an unreliable narrator. But this book is slightly different with the narrator not being in her twenties. Here, Jo is in her mid-fifties, and struggling with having nothing to focus on now that her two adult children have left home. Neither of them have lived up to the high expectations that their parents had of them and their disappointment is evident. Rob, her husband is quite critical especially when Jo decides to help out a walk in centre where they help people to find work and with other issues they may have.
After her accident, she has no memory of the previous year, either within her family or the work she does at the centre. The book goes back and forth between the year leading up to the accident and a daily diary of Jo’s attempt to try and remember.
At first I struggled to warm to any of them. But as I read more I had more empathy for Jo and the difficult relationship with both of her children. I felt her frustration at not being able to remember the people she had known quite well before the accident. And not knowing what happened to damage the family she thought was close knit. I would have liked to get to know more about Fin, he was probably the character I liked most.
Its strange reading a novel where the reader knows what happened in the previous year but the character doesn’t and I liked it very much when everything was revealed and how exactly she had been deceived.
Well written and easy to read. I will read more by this author in the future.

With thanks to the publisher for the copy received

Close To Me by Amanda Reynolds – Blog Tour – Extract.


Today, I am delighted to publish an extract from Close to Me by Amanda Reynolds that will be published as an e-book on 31st March. You can preorder the book here

About the Book

She can’t remember the last year. Her husband wants to keep it that way.
Dramatic psychological suspense for fans of Liane Moriarty’s The Husband’s Secret, Clare Mackintosh’s I Let You Go, and Linda Green’s While My Eyes Were Closed.
When Jo Harding falls down the stairs at home, she wakes up in hospital with partial amnesia – she’s lost a whole year of memories.
A lot can happen in a year. Was Jo having an affair? Lying to her family? Starting a new life?
She can’t remember what she did – or what happened the night she fell.
But she’s beginning to realise she might not be as good a wife and mother as she thought.

Twenty-One Days After The Fall

I turn away from my husband, shifting my weight on to my side, as far from him as the bed will allow. The movement is instinctive, dulled by the fact I’m only half awake, in the place between reality and unreality. I shiver, close my eyes tighter. Outside, the blanket of deepest night is unrelenting, the wind charging its way between the tall trees which edge the drive. I listen to the rain hitting the tiles as it pummels the roof and stone walls of our converted barn; a lone parapet at the top of the hill. I imagine the water tracking its way down the huge windows, swamping our garden and then soaking into the ground beneath.
My husband’s slow steady breaths and the familiar night-time noises within the house find my ear. I pull the duvet around me and allow my subconscious to take over, unlatching from the present, an almost physical letting-go. As I succumb to sleep the memories come, but I know they are unreliable; broken and unpredictable. The harder I search the further they retreat, but then something breaks through, at once unbidden and yet desperately wanted. As much as I crave the past, I fear it too.
He lunges, his right arm raised, slamming me hard against the wall; the force of his body holding me there. In his eyes I recognise passion, but of what nature and from what emotion it’s derived I cannot tell. I reach out again to the memory, my hand touching his face, turning him towards me to read something in his expression, to look into his eyes, begging him to stop. He pushes me away, grasping my wrist to dig his fingers hard into the pale skin and then the veins beneath, his rapid breaths hot against my neck. Insistent and urgent he holds me there, pinned to the wall. I’d fought him, of that I’m certain; my nails deep in his skin until he’d cried out.

I open my eyes; traces of early morning sunlight warming the room, creating patterns on the ceiling. I watch the rise and fall of my husband’s chest; the gentle sound of his breathing. Then he wakes too, turns to me and smiles, an easy smile, no trace of deceit; as though the last year had never happened.

With thanks to Headline.