||Matador (Troubador Publishing Ltd.)
||Aug 12, 2012
Jennifer Redmond has a near-fatal accident and wakes up in hospital suffering from amnesia. When her memory returns, she remembers why she was running away!
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Phyllis BURTON - Writer and Author
A Passing Storm
Jennifer Redmond flees to Scotland to get away from her scheming, work-obsessed husband Peter and finds a hotel in a remote Highland village. The owner, Angus Cameron, a quiet, lonely man befriends her. Whilst walking in the mountains, Jennifer falls during a severe storm, is critically injured and eventually rescued by helicopter and taken to hospital in Inverness.
After suffering an out-of-body experience, Jennifer gradually recovers from her injuries and her short-term amnesia, but not before Peter discovers her whereabouts. He worms his way back into her confidence and despite having doubts, she returns to England with him.
Will Jennifer stay with Peter, or try to find love and happiness with Angus in Scotland, thus regaining her self-respect and how many disasters will occur before she decides? And how will a thin, hungry and straggly Dingo dog in the outback of Australia finally influence her decision?
A PASSING STORM
“…and we will all the pleasures prove that
hills and valleys, dales and fields,
and all the craggy mountains yields…”
(William Shakespeare - Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music)
- o – o – o -
Nothing seemed real to her anymore. She felt as if she was being carried along on a beautiful gossamer carpet and as she floated, her mind was unburdening itself: she was making a fresh start and despite being apprehensive, something, or someone, was telling her that everything was going to be fine.
The tunnel through which she was drifting was bewilderingly beautiful, but it had no definite form. What is happening to me, she asked herself? Disembodied people were reaching out to her in welcome…in fact she recognised a few of them…and what was even more curious, they were all smiling at her.
How could this be?
In the far distance, the woman could see a brilliant light and she found herself reaching towards it with outstretched hands. She was like a willing butterfly that was trapped in an ethereal web of exquisite beauty and being transported to a magical place. This feeling of delicious inner peace began to envelop and cosset her as it permeated and insinuated itself into every fibre of her being, until finally all her worries and cares simply slipped away as if they had never been.
Suddenly from within the confines of her mind, she felt an all-encompassing out-pouring of love and a pure, velvety voice spoke to her.
‘You must return, it is not yet your time. You must return…’
The woman felt herself being dragged backwards at an alarming speed…
o0o * * * * o0o
The woman struggled to regain consciousness. She felt as if she was being held down by a heavy weight and it was then that the intense pain hit her. Why was she being forced to return to this place of agony? It was nothing like where she had been before: there, she had been at peace, but here, there was…what? She didn’t know, and the thought frightened her.
She could hear the sound of her heart pounding erratically in her ears and she felt really odd and disorientated. Where am I, she wondered? In fact, who am I and what am I doing here?
Painfully and slowly her eyelids obeyed her will to open: she closed them again. A bright light was shining directly into her eyes and everything was misty and hazy. She ached everywhere, especially her head and as she lifted up her right hand to feel her temple, her hesitant fingers traced a huge dressing.
Nothing seemed to be making any sense to her.
Confused thoughts that had no shape or form flowed like a river through her mind and she felt…no she knew, that she had been on a long journey. Floating gently towards that brilliant light had been a truly wonderful experience for her. She had been on her way to a secure, loving place and somewhere that she had been strangely reluctant to leave. But now she was back to what? Normality?
What was normal to her? She didn’t know and she shivered.
She blinked several times in order to clear her vision. She was in a bed in a squarish room. There was a window and she could see that it was dark outside, because the pale-blue curtains were drawn across, but did not meet in the middle. Apart from her bed, there was a wash basin with a mirror above it and two doors one of which led somewhere, but where? The other door had the words ‘TOILET’ emblazoned on it in large letters. Although everything was hazy, and she couldn’t remember who she was, she could still read. Her sense of smell was working well too, because there was a strong aroma of an antiseptic of some kind. How strange it all was?
Realisation dawned. She must be in a hospital somewhere. Her heart began to thump again as fear of the unknown troubled her. She had obviously been involved in some sort of accident, but why couldn’t she remember anything?
A white melamine cupboard which was scratched and scuffed, stood to one side of her bed. On it, she could see a covered water jug, a cup with a spout, a black leather handbag, a rose-coloured wash-bag, a box of tissues and a magazine, but none of these things meant anything to her.
A sudden bleeping sound made her jump and she turned her head slightly.
This is silly she told herself and continued her surveillance of the room. There were two armchairs and another small table in front of the window, on which someone had placed two vases of flowers. She couldn’t help noticing that one vase contained many more flowers than the other. Who were they from?
Even more questions began to form in her mind as she struggled to remember something…anything. Gradually, she began to recollect a hazy, dreamy picture of a man leaning over her as she lay on a hard, stony surface somewhere and also a feeling of hopelessness, penetrating cold, excruciating pain and then…nothing.
That same intense pain now returned with a vengeance and she found herself once more drifting away into a deep sleep.
Allbooks Review on PAPER DREAMS
Title: Paper Dreams
Author: Phyllis J Burton
I have always been a lover of novels that don’t confine themselves to one genre. I recall Dean Koontz saying that he likes to sit down before writing a new book and decide which genres he’s going to use in it.
That puts me very much in mind of Paper Dreams by Phyllis Burton.
I first came across Paper Dreams on Harper Collins’ Authonomy site where the author had posted sections of the book online. On the site, it should be said that the author’s blurb on the story was a lot simpler and straight forward compared to the enigmatic “recipe” on the back of the published book, but it didn’t have the air of mystery about it. in its current form, the blurb compliments the mysterious aspects of the book’s plot so a good decision in the end.
So, about the book itself. The story centres on Katie, a young woman who, like so many, has had a failed relationship but soon has a new man in her life. Add into this the death of the owner of the old mansion Epton Hall and the resulting need for Katie, as librarian, to catalogue the books in the building’s library, which leads to the discovery of a letter and a birth certificate that appears to make life a little more difficult for would-be heir of the estate, Harold. And so truly begins the story of deceit, murder and greed that is promised from the outset.
The characters in the book are generally pleasant to read about, even those who are not too pleasant in themselves and some of the things they do. The good have their flaws, the bad aren’t just a caricature of evil. A good mix of characters also means that they are easy to differentiate between and you don’t find yourself constantly thinking, “Who was that again?” or “What did they do earlier?”
The story reads at a good pace, an intense plot weaving nicely from the mysterious outset, through a little melodrama and finally into a suspense story to rival the best in the business. The plot is complex, but the writing has a simple way of drawing you in and without wanting to sound cliché holds you until the last page.
Overall, Paper Dreams does not change the world, but there aren’t many books that do these days. Instead it gives a good read, takes you away from your own troubles and puts you in the path of someone else’s, just like a good book should and I would highly recommend it for anyone who loves mystery, intrigue and something for a dark winters night. Reviewer: Anthony Lund, Allbooks Review Int. www.allbooksreviewint.com
Title – Paper Dreams
Author – Phyllis J Burton
Publisher – Matador
ISBN : 978-1848767-898
Price : £7.99
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