Hello! Today, I’m so happy to welcome Rosy Bennett to the book review cafe, which includes an Excerpt from The Lost And Found Life Of Rosy Bennett
Rosy loved her London life – her job in a designer shop, her gorgeous West
London family house and of course her gorgeous family (although young sons
are enough to test anyone at times). All that disappears when, one unremarkable
morning, after one unremarkable school run, her husband collapses on a
crowded tube carriage and subsequently dies.
As she struggles her way through the grief, she discovers her husband’s secret
life: secrets accounts, secret deals that their solicitor new nothing of, secret debts
and what looks like at least a secret “very close friend” at least.
Totally unprepared and suddenly in debt, Rosy is forced to leave London to start
a new life with her incredibly reluctant boys in the countryside. Can angsty
urban teenagers cope with farm life, let alone enjoy it? More to the point, can
their mother? It’s certainly not going to be easy but when you are at rock bottom
the only way is up.
Betrayed – by a husband Rosy thought to be utterly trustworthy
Swapping her Fulham mummy existence for mud, wellies and Alpacas in Dorset
Trying to deal with a difficult preadolescent boy who misses his Dad
Creating a new business from long forgotten skills
About the Author
Jan Birley has recently published, on line, her first novel with the second one to follow shortly. The third one is still in the process of being written. All of them are stand-alone books.
Most of her life has been spent in Balham, London but now she lives in Dorset. However, unwilling to give up totally on city life, she still works there one day a week at the London School of Economics where she is a dyslexia support tutor. In Sherborne, she works at a girls’ school and because of the lovely, long holidays is able to spend a good part of the year with her family at their holiday home in Italy.
Married to the Deputy Mayor of Sherborne, they have three sons, two of whom are twins and one elderly dog who also enjoys her time in la bella Umbria.
Although she has been writing for many years, it never seemed a possible option as a career and so she has worked in other worlds before finally realising that if she didn’t pursue her dream right now, it was going to remain a dream forever.
The result is ‘The Lost and Found Life of Rosy Bennett’.
Excerpt from The Life and Found Life Of Rosy Bennett
… Phone in hand, she quickly dialled Richard’s number and, for once, was put through immediately.
So eager to ask him if he had any news her words came out jumbled, and she had to repeat herself slowly. ‘Richard. Tell me, what have you found out? This money, where is it?’
‘We’re still not sure, Rosy. I’ve spoken to Simon’s financial advisor to see if we can find out what account the funds were credited to. Nothing’s turned up as yet. You haven’t come across anything at home? Bank statements? Legal documents?’
‘No Richard, nothing.’ Well of course I haven’t. I would have mentioned it straight away.
‘The whole portfolio was sold in June, even though its value had fallen greatly. But obviously you had no knowledge of this. Don’t worry too much; I shall carry on making enquiries. It’s probably in some high-earning bond or something that we haven’t traced. I’ll let you know as soon as I find anything out. This sometimes happens. Please, I don’t want to cause you undue concern. Look, I’ll call you as soon as I have any news.’ He sounded apologetic.
‘OK,’ she whispered fearfully down the phone, and then in a stronger voice, said goodbye.
Upstairs, she put away some clean clothes, thinking agitatedly, Sold, why? Why would Simon do something so dramatic and not tell me about it? That money was vital for her and the boys. She had thought money was low on the list of her problems. Don’t worry, Richard had said. Hah, some chance of that. She sat down on the bed, then curled up and gazed around the room. All of a sudden, the warm refuge of raspberry walls and wheaten carpet seemed to dissolve and a shiver slithered down her spine. What if the money had gone? Feelings of headachy panic set in again. She told herself not to be so stupid, and went to fetch some paracetamol. As she swallowed the second tablet, the phone rang; this time it was Emma, her best friend.
‘How’s it going?’
‘Oh Emma,’ she poured out her news. ‘So now, not only is James being poisonous but somewhere there’s a load of dosh which has our name on it but God knows where. At least I hope it’s there somewhere…’ she trailed off.
Publishers:Acorn Independent Press 4th Nov. 2015