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Review: The Happy Home for Broken Hearts

Imagine logging on to Facebook to discover UK author Rowan Coleman asking for volunteers to review her latest book The Happy Home for Broken Hearts. I jumped at the chance, and a few weeks later, I received a copy in the mail.

Rowan Coleman is the bestselling author of The Accidental Mother, The Accidental Wife and The Baby Group. She has also written the YA Ruby Parker series. In total, she has written 8 books, the first of which was published in 2002. It's a wonder that she has had time to breathe since then. In addition, she runs short story contests on her blog with fabulous prizes. Read the latest eight winners here. She also holds a flash fiction contest on her Facebook page every Friday, and they're a lot of fun.





The Happy Home for Broken Hearts

We meet Ellen Woods (or Ellie as she is known to most) at the passing of her husband Nick, who was killed suddenly in a tragic car accident. Grief stricken, Ellen spends the next year living vicariously through the romance novels she edits in her Victorian house with her adolescent son Charlie. Not only does Ellen have to come to grips with being widowed, but she also has to face the fact that her dearly beloved left her penniless. Sister Hanna aggressively convinces Ellen to open her home to lodgers to stave off bankruptcy.

The first lodger, Sabine arrives in London for work to flee her wayward husband. Then Ellen's employer asks her if she would like to become the editorial assistant to Allegra Howard, Ellen's favourite romance novelist, who also needs a place to stay after her home was severely damaged by flooding. Ellen is forced to work quickly to make the septuagenarian Allegra comfortable, which includes painting her dining room lavender. Finally, we meet third lodger Matt, a columnist for a girlie magazine, who turns out to be less of a lad than expected. In fact, Matt finds his way onto the very pages that Ellen is editing....

There's an interesting and realistic dynamic created between Ellen and her sister Hanna. Born in the early 70s, Ellie chooses the more traditional route in life, marrying and abandoning her professional aspirations, while sister Hannah born 8 years later opts for the single, professional and sexually-liberated path. Both predictably assume that the other has made the better choice. As Ellen realizes that she still has her entire life ahead of her and must break out of her self-imposed confinement, Hannah begins her downward, self-destructive spiral, as the truth she is hiding becomes too much to bear.

Although the reader initially fears the neediness of prima donna Allegra, it's the wisdom and insight that Allegra brings to Ellen's life that gives her the momentum to move forward. The aspiring novelist will also glean a few gems from Allegra and Ellen's professional relationship. The reader gets better acquainted with all the characters on the home's centre stage, the kitchen, also the site of a few cringingly awkward, yet liberating encounters.

Perhaps the most beautifully rendered relationship in the book is the one between Ellen and her son Charlie, who is still grieving the loss of his father and coping with adolescence. His new found independence is another change that Ellen, and every other mother on earth, struggles to comes to terms with. If Hannah, Allegra and Matt are instrumental in making Ellen break out of her protective shell, then Charlie is the force that keeps Ellen from skidding out of control.

This was a great way to escape a rainy weekend, and I look forward to the sequel, which I'm sure RC is penning as we speak.

As usual, I will be giving this book away to a new follower. Just follow my blog via google. Winner to be announced on September 19.

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Rowan Coleman's Friday Flash Fiction

UK author Rowan Coleman holds a status short story Friday on her Facebook page and invites all her fans to post  a short, short story of 420 characters, the Facebook status update limit.This type of writing is often referred to as flash fiction. There are even prizes for the weekly winners, which Coleman decides over the course of the weekend. This is worth a look, as some of them the stories posted on her wall are good.

When I checked late Friday afternoon, 35 people had already posted their stories. The hardest part is to figure out if you're getting close to the 420-character limit. Unlike Twitter, Facebook doesn't let you know how many characters you have left until you're at the limit. Unfortunately, I chose to write my stories in Word so that I had a character count option and could cut and paste them in. A mistake! Like Blogger, Facebook doesn't like Word formatting. Anyway, here was last Friday's effort:

The lurching bus and my nerves had done nothing for my hunger pangs, and the car exhausts were making me feel light-headed. As the light changed, I stepped off the curb. I heard a familiar sound approaching, but there was reason for alarm. I glanced to the left to see a car hurtling towards me. Panic surged from my stomach to the upward reaches of my chest. I sprang back to the curb. The car screeched to a halt.
 
I learned a few tricks from the previous week's winner. Number one: Keep the sentences very short, even use fragments if they help. Choose a situation that is familiar to most people. Make sure that there's tension, and of course, humour helps. Here's my second week's story:
 
I didn't want to go now. They would be there--the happy couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. An excuse! I heard a car and stepped out of its way. I was ill! A flock of pigeons flew up. A death! The car sailed past. Hemorrhoids! I heard a small thud. I Iooked down and there at my feet lay a red gash amongst iridescent feathers. I just wasn't up to it!
 
If you can think of any other tips leave a comment. And if you'd like to try your hand at this type of flash fiction, just join me Friday afternoons on Rowan Coleman's Facebook page.
 
 
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