It is publication day for Caroline Grace-Cassidy’s, The Importance Of Being Me. We are super excited to be starting the engine on the blog tour. Today we have an exclusive sneak peak of the novel.
CAROLINE GRACE-CASSIDY – WRITER
Caroline Grace–Cassidy has written five short films (two award winning) and a her first screen play Girls Weekend in currently in development with an American studio – slated to shoot in Dublin/Co. Clare July 2017.
Three of the short films premiered at the prestigious Galway Film Fleadh and all have travelled all over the world from LA to Rome to Toronto.
Her third film ‘I Am Jesus’ won the first ever Film Slam at Galway in 2015, was broadcast on RTE television and is currently playing on all Aer Lingus flights.
Her 1-minute film ‘Love At First Light’, that she wrote and directed again premiered at Galway in ’15 and has played all over the world to rave reviews, picking up various awards. In November 2016 it won the renowned Cineurpoa audience award.
Caroline was shortlisted at the Galway Film Fleadh in 2014 to pitch her aforementioned feature film script ‘Girls Weekend’.
She is also an author of five bestselling novels (four with Poolbeg Press) ‘When Love Takes Over’, ‘The Other Side Of Wonderful’ ‘I Always Knew’ and ‘Already Taken’ and her new novel (now with UK publisher Black & White Publishing) was released in June 2016, ‘The Week I Ruined My Life.’ In the first two weeks the novel hit the Kindle Amazon Top 100 bestsellers list. It continues to sell to rave reviews. Her sixth novel ‘The Importance Of Being Me’ will be published in June 2017.
The Importance Of Me ~ Sneak Peak
“What has she got that I haven’t got anyway?” I lament.
“Botox!” Claire responds without missing a beat.
I had just put fork to mouth, taking a monumental bite from her home-made banoffee pie. Banana, toffee and biscuit making my acquaintance: very pleased to meet you, my saccharine-tasting comrades. As the flavours erupt in my mouth I shut my eyes briefly in wondrous appreciation. God, I bloody love cake! Cake and a cup of hot strong tea. Easily pleased these days.
On opening my peepers, I see Claire smirking and spinning herself around on her stylish chrome high stool. It’s one of those modern-type stools that wouldn’t look out of place in outer space. Trendy. In vogue. Round and round she goes, pushing herself off the marble kitchen island with every turn to gain traction, like a beautiful, yet obviously disturbed, type of woman-child. Then she halts. Regaining her focus on me, she gathers her dizzy head together. Palms of her hands resting over each ear, she raises her sienna eyebrows as high as she can, pulling her soft, freckled skin taut across her cheekbones. I actually have to cover my mouth with my whole hand before I choke. It’s uncanny. She is the spitting image of . . . her. The look is hysterical. I begin to shake with laughter. Claire’s eyes are pulled up so high they are almost popping out of their sockets. This is the look of beauty. Hollywood says so. I think Hollywood needs its Hollyhead checked, passing this look off as beautiful. What am I saying? I can’t blame the rich and famous of La La Land any more – it’s the look of our generation, right? I’m weary with contempt at how hard it is for women to age gracefully. When did age become such a brutal thing? Such a taboo? Didn’t it used to be a rite of passage? A time to finally just be yourself. A well-earned thing. My Granny Alice embraced it. To be honest, she couldn’t wait for it. Alice always sang to me the importance of being yourself and embracing where you are in life.
“Don’t look too far back, Courtney. You’re not going that way.”
Alice would always tell me that, before she was robbed of her brilliant mind by dementia in her sixties. She had been my go-to person for everything in my life. Alice would just listen and pick me up, place me high upon that pedestal she so fondly held me on. Alice had embraced getting older: the purple rinse, the comfortable Softspot shoes, the free bus travel, the OAP offers. Now it’s a dying generation of women. Older ladies as we once knew them are a dying breed, but I want to be one. I want to see them still represented in society. I want that wheeled trolley that all your shopping fits into. No more carrying or paying for evil plastic bags. I want the OAP half-portion roast beef
and potatoes and two veg and a dessert. I want people to give me a seat on the bus if it’s full. I will have earned that much. For what reason do none of us want to age any more? I know one thing for sure: I want to not care what the mirror shows me some day. Just like Granny Alice. I’m eagerly anticipating that feeling. That acceptance. That freedom.
Claire remains frozen in time. She pouts her lips now in a ludicrous way and I jerk my head downwards still chewing. I cannot laugh. I must not laugh. With this mouthful, it will not be pretty if I do. Plus Claire’s kitchen is absolutely spotless and I don’t want to be responsible for wrecking all that Herculean work. Looking firmly at my black-and-white triple-striped runners, I chew faster the large wedges of banana. Determined to get it down, I swallow carefully. A banoffee spit festival avoided.
The Importance Of Being Me ~ Caroline Grace-Cassidy
When Lisa’s husband leaves her for Gemma – a local beautician years younger – she’s upset but nowhere near as devastated as she thought she’d be. Her marriage to David hasn’t been great for a long time, never helped by his constantly roving eye.Now that he’s gone, Lisa and her fifteen-year-old daughter, Susan, are left on their own at home. But Susan is a complete daddy’s girl and likes to spend all her weekends in his new modern apartment that Gemma owns. Susan still thinks David is the greatest father on earth and Lisa has no intention of ruining that illusion for her daughter. In addition, Susan and Gemma have a fantastic relationship. In fact Susan says, they are as close as ‘sisters’, and constantly refers to the fact that ‘Gemma just gets her.’ And, of course, Susan and Gemma Snapchat their every waking moments.But when Susan then decides to spend the whole summer with her dad and Gemma, Lisa is devastated. She needs a change, and some time for herself. With her grandmother’s legacy, she decides she needs a complete change of scene, on her own, and a run down cottage in Cornwall looks like the perfect solution. At least for the summer it’s a new location, new people and a project to keep her busy. Then, when she bumps into a client she’s worked with but never actually met, it’s like being hit by a bolt of lightning. But can she ever have what she wants most in the world, a whole new relationship with the most important person in her life – her daughter?
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Many thanks to Caroline and Black & White Publishing.
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