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So exciting that the paperback edition of THE FORGOTTEN SUMMER is hitting the shelves today! If you haven’t already, you can order your copy here: http://hyperurl.co/TheForgottenSummerPB
So exciting that the paperback edition of THE FORGOTTEN SUMMER is hitting the shelves today! If you haven’t already, you can order your copy here: http://hyperurl.co/TheForgottenSummerPB
Forgive the blatant self-promotion of this post, but I am very excited. Here is the front cover for my new novel to be published on 16th May. It has been described as “Carol Drinkwater’s epic story of enduring love and betrayal, from Paris in the sixties to the present day.” I am delighted that it…
How do we find the stories, the ideas for our novels or how do they find us? I am always on the lookout for ideas, for seeds that might grow like flowers into fully-realised stories. We writers are always digging about for nuggets. Magpies, we are, looking for what shines. Sometimes, the work involves weeks,…
Dear friends, I am waving a hello from the Olive Farm where we are in our fourth week of lockdown. In spite of the horrific virus that has led us all to be isolated from one another, there are positives to be found during these days of “confinement”. Michel and I count ourselves very lucky…
Dear readers, I hope you have enjoyed getting to know me better and learning more about THE FORGOTTEN SUMMER over the past week. To finish we have one more exclusive for you – a little interview I recorded when I was in London visiting my publisher a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy! x
I received this email this morning and we are posting it in its entirety due to its importance. PLEASE help, donate, spread the word, change your gardening habits, please let us do whatever it takes to turn this crisis around Thank you Carol Dear friends, Right now, billions of bees are dying. Already, there are…
Last night, while I was watering the land, I watched a small flock of ring-necked turtle doves gorging themselves on fruits in the fig tree, which have ripened very early this year. There were other birds feeding off the grapevines. A large toad crossed the driveway and paused to study me with bulging eyes. I…