Release date - 27th March 2018
Book length - 480 pages Publisher - Titan Books Amazon UK - www.amazon.co.uk Amazon US - www.amazon.com I want to thank Philippa from titanbooks.com for the opportunity to take part in this blog tour and for providing me with a copy of this book for review. I also have an extract for you all to read further on, so happy reading!! ABOUT THE BOOK When her child is lost, she ll do anything to find him... Heike Lerner has a charmed life. A stay-at-home mother married to a prominent psychiatrist, it s a far cry from the damaged child she used to be. But her world is shaken when her four-year-old son befriends a little girl at a nearby lake, who vanishes under the water. And when Heike dives in after her, there s no sign of a body. Desperate to discover what happened to the child, Heike seeks out Leo Dolan, a television writer exploring the paranormal , but finds herself caught between her controlling husband and the intense Dolan . Then her son disappears, and Heike's husband was the last to see him alive ... MY REVIEW I REMEMBER YOU by Elisabeth De Mariaffi is a haunting and truly unique story that shrouds you in a grim and tense atmosphere the entire time that you are reading it. Heike Lerner has a troubled history but looking after her little boy is everything she wanted it to be and more. So when they see a girl disappear in the water, Heike tries to save her but there is no sign that she ever existed. Desperate to uncover the truth, Heike decides to investigate further with the help of Leo and against her husband's wishes. But things are only going to get worse for Heike when her own child disappears too ... Troubled, traumatised, and scared, Heike is one of those characters that you are never sure where you really stand with her. I don't want to give away too much of the plot as I don't want to spoil it for anyone but there is a dark, mystical element to the whole story that left me entranced and uncomfortable at the same time. I REMEMBER YOU by Elisabeth De Mariaffi was different from what I expected but in a good way. The writing is unconventional, the plotline distinctive, and overall I found it to be a very solid story. EXTRACT Why don’t you tell me where we are. The doctor sat in a stiff chair set by the window. He’d offered her the softer one, its velvet rose upholstery only a little worn. This had seemed gentlemanly in the moment but now Heike squinted, facing him. The sun slanting in at an afternoon angle. She put a hand up to shield her eyes. — We are in the Kloster, of course. — Now, Heike. — In Thurgau. In Switzerland. Better? — How do you know this? He paused, watching her eyes shift slightly. His face lightened. Humour me a little, Heike. I have this script to go through, you know. The university is terribly rigorous about these things. — Where else would I be? — That’s a fair answer. He reorganized the papers in his lap. Usually he had a pencil, but today he did not. She turned her head to look around the room, her eyes making little spots until they adjusted to the lower light away from the window. The door to the hall rested against its frame without being quite shut. She could see the latch where it lapped at the strike plate like a tongue. — There was an accident, she said. That’s what you want me to talk about, isn’t it? — That’s what I’m trying to help you with, yes. — I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I still don’t remember. — You came here to recover. He got up from his chair and walked over to shut the door tight. It closed with a click, and he turned and leaned against it, but it was a casual gesture. It’s alright if you don’t remember. Heike lifted her face. — It’s not alright. I was all of a sudden a widow. How can I forget this? He came back across the room, and she stood up to meet him. He had a habit of standing over her chair that made her nervous. — No, don’t get up. Here-- He took her hand and tugged gently downward, but as she sank back into her seat he crouched beside her. Still nervous-making, but not entirely unpleasant. To one side of the room, she could see her bed with its white sheets and the white curtain to pull around for privacy. They had housed her this time not with the novices, as when she had first arrived here during the war, but in a larger room with three elderly nuns. — Because you were so sick. — I was terribly sick. I almost died. So they gave me a bed here, where it’s quieter. Only it wasn’t quiet. One of the old sisters often screamed out, and another sometimes wept in her sleep. What she knew of the accident: The car had come out of nowhere. They were crossing the street, her arms were full of something, flowers or floury rolls from the bakery, she couldn’t remember which. He’d died before she woke up. Most likely he died when his head hit the ground. Her injuries were minor; she was concussed. When the ambulance arrived, they found her sitting in the road, his head in her lap. A lot of blood; she remembered that part. Her skirt soaked through. She could not stop crying, and they sent her away from the hospital and brought her here, to a place she knew and a doctor she didn’t. To begin with, she had not been able to remember returning to the convent at all. They met twice a week; then three times. The doctor was helping her to fill in the blanks. He let go of her hand and patted it where it lay in her lap. She leaned toward him, just a little. — Doctor Lerner. — Eric. She paused. — Eric. Now they met every day. He came to see her on Sunday afternoons, and brought her presents: chocolate, or squares of pastry with marzipan filling. The last time, a collection of fairy stories, hard-bound, with coloured illustrations. — Have you been doing any reading? — Sometimes I make up my own stories, she said. Reading still hurts my head. From the hall there was the sound of a tea trolley passing by, and Heike paused, waiting to see if it would stop, if the door would swing open, but it didn’t. — That’s not so useful, Heike. She glanced at the door again. He lifted a hand to touch her face. — Sometimes we need a new start. AUTHOR BIO Elisabeth de Mariaffi is the author of a new collection of short stories, How To Get Along With Women (Invisible Publishing, 2012). Her poetry and short fiction have been widely published in magazines across Canada, and she's one of the wild minds behind the highly original Toronto Poetry Vendors, a small press that sells single poems by established Canadian poets through toonie vending machines. Elisabeth works as Marketing Coordinator for Breakwater Books, and is currently based in St. John's, where she lives with the poet George Murray and their combined brood of four children -- making them CanLit's answer to the Brady Brunch.' For more information: Website - elisabethdemariaffi.com Twitter - twitter.com/ElisabethdeM Facebook - www.facebook.com/demariaffi Instagram - www.instagram.com/elisabethdemariaffiwriter/ DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT ALL OF THE OTHER STOPS ALONG THE WAY!!
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