I am never quite sure about squeeing. You know squeeing - those moments that make you let out an inadvertent little noise, and I am not talking about bending down suddenly here. When something really good has happened and you can't help yourself but go 'squeeeee'. It's a noise I associate with broken dog toys and twelve year old girls seeing an unexpected One Direction clip on TV, and one person's squee is another person's shrug and continuation with cataloguing their telephone bills.
So, I have two things to squee about this week, but your milage may vary on the squee front. I am certainly not expecting you to squee along, unless you have problems restraining your squees in general, in which case I recommend you sit down and watch your way through an entire Game of Thrones box-set, which will pretty much sort out your squee-incontinence. Game of Thrones is Tena Lady for the upper larynx.
SQUEE NUMBER ONE: It is less than two weeks until 'I Don't Want to Talk About It' is released. Please allow me to quote from just one early review...Sally Coles says...
'Winter and her twin sister Daisy definitely have the twin connection
when Winter moves to a remote Yorkshire village to escape her ex
boyfriend Dan Daisy is her confidant.
Winter soon becomes part of the village and meets the gorgeous Alex, but
Dan is on her tail and determined to drive the sisters apart....what is
it he knows about Daisy
A great read - definitely a cut above your normal chick lit and one not
to be missed'
The reviews made me squee. Plus I always get a bit squee-ey when a new book is coming out.This particular book-baby is set further north than most of my Yorkshire series, on the bit where Yorkshire struggles with becoming Teesside, and the moors give one last hoorah before they give up and sulk their way down to the coast. The cover is beautiful and there is a link on the sidebar of this blog. That's a sort of hint, you see.
SQUEE NUMBER TWO: Once Upon a Time. This, for those of you who haven't been subjected to my unaimed enthusiasm, is a TV series which I was persuaded to watch by a friend, and am now physically incapable of leaving alone. Look here. Just be careful. I only went in for a couple of episodes, and now look at me! Part of the allure is the truly fabulous Robert Carlyle, playing Rumpelstiltskin in a way that makes Machievelli look like Barbara Cartland.
I'd like my books to make that happen to other people. The 'not seeing that coming' bit, obviously, not hiding under your bed with whipped cream and marbles bit.
In fact, I think I can just fit in another couple of episodes before I have to...I dunno, wash, dress, eat, all that kind of thing...
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