My book, Broken Faces, now has 11 reviews on Amazon.co.uk and all of them 5 stars - I'm delighted to say - saying things like 'spectacularly powerful', 'As soon as I started it I could not put it down', 'I have not read anything quite like it before,' 'I would recommend this novel to anyone looking for an historical read where romance and history are nicely combined.' 'The author introduces the wonderfully rich language of the First World War', and so on. It was runner up in a novel writing competition, it's only £1.66 on Amazon..., so why does nobody want to buy it?
I recently posted about William Kearsey, a handsome young Australian soldier - who inspired my character Freddie Chevalier - who went as far as having corrective eye surgery so that he could fight for his country only for him to receive life-changing injuries to his face. Here's the post. A woman named Kerry came across my post who'd not only done her PHD on William Kearsey - and others like him - and is the curator of an exhibition in New Zealand WW1: Love and Sorrow, but has also got to know his family well. She told me she was going to read my book. Cue panic!
I was massively relieved, and a little overwhelmed, when she contacted me again shortly afterwards to say: 'I have finished Broken Faces - and I'm lost for words. It is a wonderful, wonderful novel, and I couldn't help but imagine William as I was reading it. You did an incredible job of capturing the emotional struggle these men, and those around them, went through.'
Needless to say it was a little surreal reading those words from someone who'll know more about this man than I could ever hope to do. To know that she knew him so well and couldn't help imaging him as she was reading it is massive praise indeed! Praise for which I'm hugely grateful!
Much to my sadness though, after initial reasonable sales no one seems to be interested in buying Broken Faces and I admit I was losing my confidence... However when I received that lovely email telling me how much Kerry had loved my book, I decided that if nothing else, through her I've now been able to send a message to William Kearsey's family almost 100 years after his terrible injuries to let them know that across the world their father/grandfather's story still resonates with people they'll probably never meet. That and the joy that I experienced researching and writing this book should really be enough for me. Shouldn't it?