Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Welcome To My Stop On The Blog Tour For THE RELUCTANT GODDESS by A.F Firebird

Author: A.F Firebird
Publication Date: March 31st 2012
Source: e-copy provided by RABT for review purposes

Ellena Ripley is a bookshop owner from a rural town in the south of England – or so she thinks. But lately, she has a growing sense that life is not as it seems. At night, she dreams of a serene man who appears to be trying to tell her something; In the day, she can't shake a feeling of expectation. But of what? 

Meanwhile Hector, servant of LIFE and the man from Ellena's dreams, has a dilemma. How do you tell someone they are a goddess? His previous attempts have met with disaster so he must be cautious, particularly when his new trainee, Boudica, formerly Queen of the Iceni tries to help. The question is can they succeed before it is too late?

If you like your metaphysics spiced with humour and drama this book could be for you.

 Excerpt 1
My incarnate body was not all I had hoped for. It was not that I wanted a human body - it’s just that I wanted to be a Great Dane. I shifted in my basket by the Aga and nibbled an itchy bit of black fur just above my right paw. But that’s LIFE: so often you get what you need, not what you want. Even so, a Border Collie with a bit of Labrador thrown in was not a real dog as far as I was concerned. My fur was long, my paws were white, while the rest of me was black except for a white crest on my chest and a circular patch around my left eye, which I guessed had been added for comic effect. Still, it could have been worse - I might have been a poodle.
The current phase of my mission was going well. Although the overall project, Brh-man: Phase 1, was not. But as I frequently reminded the Council, who had sanctioned the project, one had to take the long view with these things. This time … well not time really, that was my dog-self talking. There was only now, or as LIFE liked to call it “the present” owing to its love of puns. In reality a “time” would be more accurately described as a handful of stuff grabbed from the lucky dip barrel of the present.
So far I had incarnated without too much difficulty. Dog-shape was ideal for the kind of work ahead and I’d succeeded in being adopted by Ellena, who was ripe for my special kind of assistance. Boudica, my trainee, had met with similar success. Although not everything had gone so well for her, she was at this moment prowling around Ellena’s front room irritably, no doubt still wondering how the Queen of the Iceni had come to this. It seemed that, Boudica, not as adept at subconscious communication as myself, had not been able to plant an image of her real name in Ellena’s mind. So while, I had a shiny tag with “Hector” written on it, Boudica’s tag said “Fluffy”. Since she was a large long-haired white cat, I felt this showed a distinct lack of imagination on Ellena’s part or perhaps an overdeveloped sense of irony. Either way Boudica was still having a major sense of humour failure.

Excerpt 2
By now she could see her shop in the distance, nestled between the greengrocers and the gift shop and opposite the bakery, which was already doing a brisk trade. She could smell fresh bread and rich coffee before she reached the top of the high street.
Her book shop was an old fashioned wood and glass style building that reminded her of the Old Curiosity Shop from the Dickens novel. Once inside, the expanse of wooden shelves and sloping wooden floors gave the impression of a large eighteenth-century sailing ship rather than a shop. The wooden carved railings around the counter looked like the bridge, minus the steering wheel. While the ridiculously warped floorboards seemed to undulate as she walked across them, so much so that sometimes she felt like the shop was rolling on the high seas, not sitting in Wootton Bourne High Street. Some days when she traversed the room between the Romance and Philosophy sections, she imagine herself an adventurer standing at the bow of her great vessel, a warm breeze blowing her hair gently, the aroma from uncharted, blossom-covered tropical islands filling her senses. But when the image faded she would find herself again, not an adventurer on the high seas but a middle aged woman standing on a sloping floor.
Ellena unlocked the shop door and pushed it open, the door chimes jangling as she stepped over the pile of post waiting for her. She picked up the letters and placed them on the desk behind the checkout. Hector padded dutifully off to the kitchen to settle down in his basket while she flicked through the pile of mail absentmindedly. A pink sheet of paper caught her eye. She laughed. That’s me all over - print anything on pink paper and it has my attention…I am such a girl sometimes! But she read it anyway.
BECOME THE AUTHOR OF YOUR OWN LIFE was the big heading. Below it was the smiling face of a woman who presumably was the author of her own life. Ellena crumpled up the paper and threw it in the bin.

Excerpt 3
Look, said the large blue book on practical magic. We're not going to get anywhere like this. We all need to work together. Let's focus on one book and see if we can get her to pick it up.
But which one of us… she needs to learn so much said a pale yellow book called "Clear Your Clutter with Feng Shui". His general demeanour suggested he was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be him.
"It's me", said the copy of "Spiritual Growth for Beginners".
"I have a chapter on change that's absolutely perfect for this occasion". There was a general murmur of agreement as Spiritual Growth for Beginners continued, "Okay, so if you can all point to me than maybe our combined intention can catch her attention".
The books gasped and grunted as they focused all their will on the little blue and gold book.


Ellena felt a peculiar sensation, like the ocean with no breeze. She shook it off and scanned the books. A small gold and blue book caught her eye. She picked it out. Spiritual Growth for Beginners. The book attempted to nuzzle her, which isn't easy with a hardback cover, and purred. Ellena did not notice. The rest of the section cheered but Ellena did not hear them.
She opened the book at random, whereupon page two hundred and twenty two leapt at the chance, revealing to Ellena the seventh chapter: Change – Mission Impossible or Trial by Chocolate Cake?
Promising title, thought Ellena as she read on.

Mission impossible, or trial by chocolate cake? It’s your choice, so choose wisely. The fact is, change is going to happen if you like it or not, but don’t fall into the trap of thinking that change is causing you pain. It is not. Your resistance is what causes discomfort. The more you resist, the more difficult your life will become and the more painful your daily experiences will be. The only reason you change is because part of you wants to progress, so to resist is simply fighting with yourself….

Ellena could hear a customer entering the shop. She hurriedly replaced the book. She walked to the front of the shop, oblivious to the celebration going on in the New Age section.

Author Bio:-
A.F. Firebird is the alter ego of a sociologist/psychologist turned web developer from the UK. While A.F. Firebird has worked in several fields her primary focus is the exploration of six virtues: appreciation, forgiveness, compassion, humility, understanding and valour. Her first novel, The Reluctant Goddess, numerous short stories and children's books, all investigate aspects of these virtues.

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