I am really pleased to welcome Bill Surie, the author of Holly’s Inbox to Peeking Between the Pages today. I read Holly’s Inbox in a couple of sittings it was so good. It’s funny and I have to say addictive getting to snoop in someones inbox. I loved it and you can take a peek at my review here if you’d like. Now on to Bill’s guest post where he shares with us a childhood funnie of his and some thoughts on his own family…
I was nervous, I didn’t trust this new ‘specialist’ my parents had found. It was the summer of 1977 and things were about to take a turn for the worst.
Looking back to those days of my childhood and being a relatively new father (she’s two in September) I realize now I am about to find out what PAYBACK really means. I have no doubt that my little daughter already knows how to play me off against my wife. My wife is a full on – attention seeking performer – I don’t mean she’s ever been on the stage, I mean she just knows how to milk an audience and get exactly what she wants, BUT she is a novice compared to my nearly two year old.
Dar: I thought this was a good place to share this one. A little smooching is always a good way to get what you want and this picture is to gorgeous not to share…
To put this neatly into context – I was such an attention seeker myself – that I managed to convince a string of specialists, teachers and parents – that I was deaf for a year, when I was eight.
I managed to justify this in my head (and to my parents ever since) by saying I had an over active imagination, with no outlet, and now I get to write – I have one. This of course is absolute TOSH. I was just a little GIT.
They thought I had begun to read lips in a desperate attempt to understand people. My school was informed and I had the best in hearing aids and my friends crisps. I would be stone deaf within the month, and that was that.
So there I was at the end of this corridor in Harley Street (My parents had forked out a lot of money over that year) watching this lady specialist talk to my mum. All the other specialists had been men, not sure if this has anything to do with it, but she was different right from the outset – no headphones, no bleepy thing, no chance for me to sadly shake my head each time a loud buzzing noise nearly deafened me. The tears were actually real – it’s difficult keeping your head still and your face straight when someone screams in your ear. The new woman just put me at the end of a long corridor, covered her lips with her hand and quietly said; ‘I wonder if the poor little cherub would like some ice-cream??”
I screamed ‘YES PLEASE!” from the other end of the corridor….
AAAAAGGH caught! I imagine she was a mother – and had this unnerving instinct for little gits like me.
I had a lot of explaining to do – and a lot of rather miffed friends wanting a years worth of sweets and crisps.
How on earth does any of this tie in with the book – Holly’s Inbox? No idea, something about lying and then writing, or fatherhood. Nope?
Dar: And finally I think this is such a darling picture. Daddy and daughter…just precious…
THANK YOU SO MUCH for having me on your blog Darlene – and for being so encouraging – just now.
Holly’s Inbox is out with Sourcebooks. xxx
Bill, thanks so much for joining us here at Peeking Between the Pages and sharing these wonderful pictures of you and your family and this cute little story. I wish you every success in the future and I’m on the lookout for a sequel to Holly’s Inbox!
I’m thrilled to have a copy of Holly’s Inbox to share with one lucky reader. What do you need to do to enter:
- For 1 entry leave me a comment with a way to contact you please.
- For 2 entries comment on Bill’s guest post.
- For 3 entries blog/tweet this giveaway to spread the word.