Our Beautiful Child by Annalisa Crawford – Cover Reveal

Release date: 10th June 2014         
Publisher: Battered Suitcase Press
“The Boathouse collects misfits. Strange solitary creatures that yearn for contact with the outside world, but not too much. They sit, glass in hand, either staring at the table in front of them, or at some distant point on the horizon.”

so says the narrator of Our Beautiful Child. And he’s been around long enough to know.
People end up in this town almost by accident. Ella is running away from her nightmares, Sally is running away from the memories of previous boyfriends and Rona is running away from university. Each of them seek sanctuary in the 18th century pub, The Boathouse; but in fact, that’s where their troubles begin.
Ella finds love, a moment too late; Rona discovers a beautiful ability which needs refining before she gets hurt; and Sally meets the captivating Murray, who threatens to ruin everything.
Three women. Three stories. One pub.
I live in Cornwall UK,
with a good supply of beaches and moorland right on my doorstep to keep me
inspired. I live with my husband, two sons, a dog and a cat.
Despite my location, I neither surf nor sail, and have never had any inclination to try. I much prefer walking along a deserted beach and listening to the waves crashing over rocks. For this reason, I really love the beach in the winter!

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Imaginary Friend Bloghop

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Annalisa Crawford and Kyra Lennon want me to delve into my creative origin and reveal a tail about MY IMAGINARY FRIEND. (cue the scary dreamlike music)

Because for me, my imaginary friend was more of a frienemy.  She flipped the script on me more times than I like to remember. She was the one who spun the positives into the practical and I blame her for my now over cautious senses.

Let me give you an example:

When I was 7 years olds (is that to old to have an imaginary friend), I was all excited to go skiing with my parents on the big slope. No more kiddie hill for me. I was going to ski with the grown ups.

I laid out my ski clothes. I checked on my boots and skis.  I had my long johns laid out and I was prepared. I got in bed and laid my little head down.  As soon as closed my eyes, Sam whispered in my ear.

“Hey Sydney, your gonna fall.”

“Shut up, Sam.” I said.

“Your gonna fall.” she sang.

I closed my eyes tight, trying to block her out, but she just got louder.

“Your gonna fall.”

“Shut up!” I yelled back.

“Go to sleep, Sydney.” my dad yelled from the other room, which shut Sam up for the night. Every time my dad came around, Sam disappeared.

I closed my eyes again and drifted off to sleep with visions of ski wipeouts dancing in my head.

The next morning, I got dress and headed out to the slopes. Standing at the top of the hill, I couldn’t move. I kept hearing in my head, “Your gonna fall, you gonna fall, your gonna fall.”

And, you know what, I fell.  All the way down the mountain.

I hated it when Sam was right.

Tell me about your imaginary friend?