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SOME ANGELS ARE DESTINED TO FALL…
by Lynsey on Nov 26, 2009 at 1:06 pm
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The buzz sweeping the Between the Lines office this Christmas is definitely centred on one thing, the haunting, heart-breaking and utterly addictive FALLEN by Lauren Kate. Not only does it look beautiful we just couldn’t put it down, it’s a fantastic example of the exciting new works coming out of the young adult scene. Look out for it on the shelves on the 17th December; its the first book in the Fallen series and we’re already looking forward to the next instalment!

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Instant. Intense. Weirdly familiar . . . The moment Luce looks at Daniel she knows she has never felt like this before. Except that she can’t shake the feeling that she has. And with him – a boy she doesn’t ever remember setting eyes on. Will her attempt to find out why enlighten her – or destroy her?

Dangerously exciting and darkly romantic, FALLEN is a thrilling story about forbidden love.

Fallen by Lauren Kate

www.fallenbooks.com

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How We Came To Make ‘Man and the Moon.’

In modern India, the moon plays an important part in every day life. India’s unmanned moon mission was even named after the Hindu moon god, Chandra.
I am a film maker, and when I finished writing The Book of the Moon, I had the good fortune to work with a young Indian animator, Nandita Jain. Nandita had read my book and we decided to explore the possibility of making a short film about mankind’s relationship with the moon. With the book as inspiration Nandita directed and drew this beautiful and moving two minute film, Man And The Moon. I am very proud of it. Next year we are going to show the film at the Jaipur Festival of Literature. Thank you for taking the time to watch it. I hope you enjoy it.

Rick Stroud.
Author The Book of the Moon.

For more information visit Rick Stoud’s website: www.thebookofthemoon.com

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As another record is broken by worldwide phenomenon Dan Brown, today it was revealed that one copy of The Lost Symbol has been sold every 5 seconds since publication on the 15th September 2009 in the UK alone.

The Lost Symbol is the biggest selling adult hardback novel in history, its nearest rival being Hannibal by Thomas Harris published in 1999 (300,000k copies sold in hardback UK).

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James Fergusson’s A Million Bullets – The real story of the British Army in Afghanistan, published by Bantam Press, has been named British Army Military Book of the Year 2009.

Six books were shortlisted for the award in May, with the winner being decided by a vote open to all Army personnel. A Million Bullets proved a popular choice, receiving over half of the total votes cast.

The British Army Military Book of the Year Award was launched in 2008 and is organised by the Army’s Library and Information Service. It was won last year by Patrick Bishop’s 3 Para.

A Million Bullets was described by Peter Bergen as ‘a riveting, blistering, deeply reported narrative of the recent British military interventions in Afghanistan’ and Antony Loyd advised that ‘if you read anything on Afghanistan this year, then read this strong, intelligent book of crafted anger and insight’.

James Fergusson was presented with his award at an event at Prince Consort’s Library in Aldershot on 4 November.

James Fergusson accepting his award for the British Army Military Book of the Year 2009

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Diamond’s Are A Girls Best Friend!
by Lynsey on Nov 5, 2009 at 4:05 pm
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It’s 1927, and London is the world’s biggest city. A city where modern ideas are clashing with long-held traditions. In the midst of this wrangle, a flashy new creature is raising hell. The flapper goes out every night drinking, smoking, and dancing a mean Charleston with the worst sorts of men. Most scary of all, she just doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her.

By day Grace Rutherford is an advertising copy-writer. But by night she is Diamond Sharp, the West End’s notorious flapper newspaper columnist. Your party is a flop if Diamond doesn’t show. She has the power to make or break a new night club, the final word on the latest fashions and the definitive decision on a touring jazz band. Diamond enjoys the company of men, but no man is allowed too close. Until, that is, she meets a charismatic devil-in-a-dinner-jacket and, later that same evening, his dashing long-term enemy.

Piccadilly Herald,
4th April, 1927

The West-Ender

Last night, at the newly opened Salamander Dinner-Dance Club on Coventry Street (they serve one of London’s better steak-au-poivres accompanied by brisk, stirring jazz) a louche gentleman in a top hat wreaked violent Charleston on me, and simply would not be shaken off . Today I am officially ‘In Recovery’ – the kind that necessitates a night at home with a fish-paste sandwich and a mug of cocoa. For it’s not merely my head that’s aching – it’s not just the usual ringing of the ears, rasping of the throat and churning of the stomach. No, today my lily white tootsies are black and blue too. Reader, I can barely walk!

As you know, it’s been over a year since the Charleston stepped off the boat and took up residence in our better night-clubs. They dance it dandily in Paris and New York. So how much longer is it going to be before the Londoner learns how to do it properly? Men are generally the worst. There’s something, frankly, convulsive about those kicking, flailing legs. At the Salamander, you take your life in your hands when you step on to the dance-floor. In fact, I wouldn’t even advise taking a table beside the dance-floor. But many of the fairer sex are not so much better – really, there are a lot of farmyard hens strutting about the West End, pecking and flapping.

The solution? Lessons, of course. Trust me, girls, it’s a sound investment. I suggest any of you with a nagging suspicion that your Charleston may be of the feathered, clucking sort, should seek out, post-haste, Miss Leticia (known to her friends as ‘Teenie Weenie’) Harrison, of Mayfair. Take heed: This might change your life. In an ideal world, one would of course take the hubby or boyfriend along to Teenie Weenie’s – but if he thinks he’s too fine and manly for classes, you’ll have to teach him yourself. Let’s face it, we’ve been educating our men in so many departments since long before we – that is, those of us over thirty – got the vote (NB. the under-thirties would have my sympathy were it not for the fact that I covet your tender youth) and we’ll be doing so for as long as men are men and women are women. Embrace your fate.

Two irritating comments that I regularly encounter, of an evening, now my fame is spreading:

“Miss Sharp, where do you find the stamina to go out all night every night? Your job must be the hardest in London.”

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“What an easy job you have, Miss Sharp. All you have to do is go out and enjoy yourself and then tell us all about it.”

Also, I am outraged at the reports of various pretenders claiming to be me in order to blag good tables and complementary cocktails. Doormen, if ever in doubt, ask ‘Diamond’ to blow you a smoke-ring. This is a very particular talent of mine, and should instantly reveal any fake gems. Oh, and by the way, I have never in my life had to ask for a free drink!

 Diamond Sharp

Meet Diamond and her cronies here for a taste of the Roaring Twenties

 

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