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Mhairi McFarlane Reveals New Book – Don’t You Forget About Me

Don't You Forget About MeDelightful news as Mhairi McFarlane is returning to our bookshelves in the Spring of 2019, with her new book called ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’.

What the back cover says –

It began with four words.

‘I love your laugh. x’

But that was twelve years ago. It really began the day Georgina was fired from The Worst Restaurant in Sheffield (© Tripadvisor) and found The Worst Boyfriend in the World (© Georgina’s best friends) in bed with someone else.

So when her new boss, Lucas McCarthy, turns out to be the boy who wrote those words to her all that time ago, it feels like the start of something.

The only problem? He doesn’t seem to remember Georgina – at all…

I absolutely loved Mhairi‘s previous books, with catchy song titles that stick in your head for months. I can’t wait to get stuck into this book!

You can pre-order Don’t You Forget About Me from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 7th March 2019.

Who’s That Girl? Book Tour – Extract

Who's That Girl? PaperbackOn the book tour for the paperback release of Mhairi McFarlane’s fabulously fun and hilarous book called ‘Who’s That Girl?’, I’ve a taster from the book, so sit back and enjoy.

‘Ladies and gentleman, sorry about the delay. . .’ said the groom into the microphone at last.

Jack’s slightly anaemic speech ticked off the things it was supposed to do, according to the internet cheat sheets. He said how beautiful the bridesmaids looked and thanked everyone for being there. He read out cards from absent relatives. He thanked the hotel for the hospitality and both sets of parents for their support.

When he finished with the pledge: ‘I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Charlotte. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make sure you don’t regret your decision today,’ Edie almost knocked back the flute of toasting champagne in one go.

The best man Craig’s speech was amusing in as much as it was horribly misjudged, with gag after gag about the varying successes of Jack’s sexploits at university. He seemed to think these tales were suitable because ‘We were all at it!’ and they were, ‘A bloody good bunch of chaps.’ (Jack went to Durham.) At the mention of a rugby game called ‘Pig Gamble,’ Jack snapped, ‘Perhaps leave that one out, eh?’ and Craig cut straight to, ‘Jack and Charlotte, everyone!’

The bride had a nervous fixed grin and her mum had a face like an arse operation.

Charlotte’s chief bridesmaid, Lucie, was passed the micro- phone.

Edie had heard much of the legend of Lucie Maguire, from Charlotte’s awed anecdotes in the office. She was a ruthlessly successful estate agent (‘She could sell you an outdoor toilet!’), mother of challenging twins who were expelled from pre-school (‘they’re extremely spirited’) and a Quidditch champion. (‘A game from a kid’s book,’ Jack had said to Edie. ‘What next, pro Pooh Sticks?’)

She ‘spoke as she found’ (trans: rude); ‘didn’t suffer fools gladly’ (rude to peoples’ faces) and ‘didn’t stand for nonsense’ (very rude to people’s faces).

Edie thought Lucie was someone you wouldn’t choose as your best friend unless there’d been a global pandemic extinc- tion event, and probably not even then.

‘Hello, everyone,’ she said, in her confident, cut-glass tones, one hand on her salmon silk draped hip: ‘I’m Lucie. I’m the chief bridesmaid and Charlotte’s best friend since our St Andrews days.’

Edie half expected her to finish this sentence: ‘BSc Hons, accredited by the NAEA.’

‘I’ve got a bit of a cheeky little surprise for the happy couple now.’

Edie sat up straighter and thought really? A wedding day surprise with no power of veto? Oof…

‘I wanted to do something really special for my best friend today and decided on this. Congratulations, Jack and Charlotte. This is for you.

Oh, and to make the song scan, I’ve had to Brangelina you as “Charlack”, hope that’s OK, guys.’

Song? Every pair of buttocks in the room clenched.

‘So, on one, two, THREE . . .’

The other two – blushing, literally – bridesmaids simultaneously produced handbells and started shaking them in sync. They wore the expressions of people who had come to terms with their fate a while ago, yet the moment was no less powerfully awful for it.

Lucie began singing. She had a good enough voice for a cappella, but it was still the shock of a cappella that was sending the whole room into a straight-backed, pop-eyed rictus of English embarrassment.To the tune of Julie Andrews’ ‘My Favourite Things’, she belted out:
Basset hounds and daffodils and red Hunter wellies Clarins and Clooney films on big HD tellies Land Rover Explorers all covered in mud These are a few of Charlack’s totes fave things!

Edie found it hard to comprehend that someone thought this fell into the category of a good idea.That there’d been no shred of doubt during the conceptual process. Also, ‘Charlack’ sounded like a Doctor Who baddie. A squirty one.

Cotswolds and cream teas and scrummy brunches Meribel and Formula One and long liquid lunches These are a few of Charlack’s totes fave things!

Fresh paint and dim sum and brow dyes and lashes Rugger and Wimbledon and also The Ashes These are a few of Charlack’s totes fave things!

Edie couldn’t risk her composure by glancing at Louis, who she knew would be almost combusting with delight. The top table simply stared.

. . . When the work bites!

When the phone rings!

When they’re feeling totes emosh

They can simply remember these totes fave things and then they won’t feel so grooosssssss

Edie held her expression steady as Lucie fog-horned the last word, arm extended, and hoped very hard this horror was over. But, no – Lucie was counting herself into the next verse.

In the brief lull, the hearing-aid man could be heard speaking to his wife.

‘What IS this dreadful folly? Who told this woman she could sing? My God, what an abysmal din.’

Lucie carried on with the next verse but now the room was transfixed by the entirely audible commentary offered by hearing-aid man. He apparently didn’t realise that he was shouting. Desperate shushing from the wife could also be heard, to no avail.

‘Good grief, whatever next. I came to a wedding, not an amateur night revue show. I feel like Prince Philip when he’s forced to look at a native display of bare behinds. Oh nonsense, Deirdre, it’s bad taste, is what it is.’

The spittle-flecked shhhhhhhh! of the spousal shushing reached a constrained hysteria, while laughter rippled nerv- ously around the room.

Edie could feel that Louis had corpsed, his whole body convulsing and shaking next to her.

Ad land and glad hand and smashing your goals Jet planes and chow mein with crispy spring rolls Tiffany boxes all tied up with ribbon
These are a few of Charlack’s totes fave thiiiinggssssss

‘. . .Will this ordeal ever end? No wonder this country’s in such a mess if this sort of vulgar display of your shortcomings is considered suitable entertainment.What?Well I doubt anyone can hear me over the iron lung yodellings of Kiri Te Canary. This is the sort of story which ends with the words, “Before Turning The Gun On Himself.”’

Edie didn’t know where to look. Having the heckler on her table made her feel implicated, as if she might be throwing her voice or feeding him lines.

Edie’s eyes were inexorably drawn to Jack, who was staring right back at her, palm clamped over mouth. His eyes were dancing with: what’s happening, this is insane?!

She might’ve known – he not only found this funny, he singled Edie out to be his co-conspirator. Edie almost smiled in reflex, then caught herself and quickly looked away. Oh no you don’t. Not today, of all days.

Just nipping to the loo, Edie muttered, and fled the scene.

Did that wee taster leave you bursting to know more? You can buy Who’s That Girl? from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

Who’s That Girl? By Mhairi McFarlane

Who's That Girl?‘Who’s That Girl?’is the latest book by Mhairi McFarlane

When Edie is caught in a compromising position at her colleagues’ wedding, all the blame falls on her – turns out that personal popularity in the office is not that different from your schooldays. Shamed online and ostracised by everyone she knows, her boss suggests an extended sabbatical – ghostwriting an autobiography for hot new acting talent, Elliot Owen. Easy, right? Wrong. Banished back to her home town of Nottingham, Edie is not only dealing with a man who probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ in a decade, but also suffering an excruciating regression to her teenage years as she moves back in with her widowed father and judgey, layabout sister. When the world is asking who you are, it’s hard not to question yourself. Who’s that girl? Edie is ready to find out.

It’s fair to say that Mhairi McFarlane is one of my favourite authors, her stories are clever with witty dialogue and she always creates a heroine, that I would love as a friend to go out with.

The story begins when copywriter, Edie attends a wedding of her work colleagues and ends up being kissed by the groom. Hailed as the scarlett woman, she leaves the bright lights of London for her home in Nottingham. Her understanding boss has given her a project that she can work on whilst in Nottingham as her colleagues pass around a petition to get her to leave the agency. Her new job is become a ghostwriter for Elliot Owen’s autobiography, a young British actor who is taking the world by storm with his new medieval series. The story follows on as the pair work together and Edie tries to sort out her messy life.

The thing with Mhairi, is she creates characters that you care about and this was the case with Edie, our reluctant heroine of the story. Stuck in an unfortunate position of being hailed as a marriage wrecker, she retreats home to distance herself from the drama. She’s an inspirational sweetheart of a character, outspoken, witty and slightly damaged from her past. She made me laugh with her unique dialogue and her interactions with her bossy, spoilt and save the planet younger sister Meg and troubled father. The family are dysfunctional due to their history and each one has issues that they bottle up. Elliott is a charming man and is very lovable with his humour and banter and the moments Edie has with him makes for poignant and tender scenes.

The story is riddled with so many fabulous characters, that had me gasping in shock and delight at people’s behaviour. One particular character is Margot, Edie’s nosy neighbour who Edie who grows close to as they share alcohol and cake and reminisce on old times.

I genuinely loved this story so much, that I have bags under my eyes to prove it, as I spent the last couple of nights sitting up late reading. It’s funny from the very beginning and is filled with charming and relatable characters that you can’t help falling in love with. A modern love story, riddled with drama, old ghosts and a moody sister, ‘Who’s That Girl?’ is a deliciously honest, tender and fun tale that leaves the reader bursting for more.

You can pre-order Who’s That Girl? from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from April 2016.

Mhairi McFarlane Reveals New Book – Who’s That Girl?

Who's That Girl?I am delighted to see that one of my favourite authors, Mhairi McFarlane is returning to our bookshelves in 2016 with her new book, ‘Who’s That Girl?’

The story of ‘Who’s That Girl?’ –

What’s the one thing you DON’T do at a wedding?

When Edie is caught in a compromising position at her colleagues’ wedding, all the blame falls on her – turns out that personal popularity in the office is not that different from your schooldays. Shamed online and ostracised by everyone she knows, her boss suggests an extended sabbatical – ghostwriting an autobiography for hot new acting talent, Elliot Owen. Easy, right?

Wrong. Banished back to her home town of Nottingham, Edie is not only dealing with a man who probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ in a decade, but also suffering an excruciating regression to her teenage years as she moves back in with her widowed father and judgey, layabout sister.

When the world is asking who you are, it’s hard not to question yourself. Who’s that girl? Edie is ready to find out.

Definitely sounds like another addictive and delicious story from Mhairi.

You can pre-order Who’s That Girl? from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from April 2016.

It’s Not Me It’s You By Mhairi McFarlane

'It's Not Me, It's You‘It’s Not Me, It’s You’ is the latest book by Mhairi McFarlane.

Delia Moss isn’t quite sure where she went wrong. When she proposed and discovered her boyfriend was sleeping with someone else – she thought it was her fault. When she realised life would never be the same again – she thought it was her fault. And when he wanted her back like nothing had changed – Delia started to wonder if perhaps she was not to blame. From Newcastle to London and back again, with dodgy jobs, eccentric bosses and annoyingly handsome journalists thrown in, Delia must find out where her old self went – and if she can ever get her back.

I’ve been a fan of Mhairi’s books since the release of her first book, ‘You Had Me At Hello’. I’ve loved her stories of fiery heroines who fall for unfortunate heroes and this book was just the same as Delia had thought that she had found her happy ever after, only to discover her Prince Charming was cheating and the life that she dreamed off was suddenly snatched away.

Desperate to escape the horror, she leaves Newcastle and disappears to London and lives with her best friend Emma, who helps her set up a new life and a shoulder to cry on. She is fortunate that she finds a job quite quickly and settles to her role at Twist and Shout comfortably, a company that handles celebrities and politicians. But when she meets Adam, a handsome hipster journalist who wants to know all about the dodgy dealings of the company and her sleazy Australian boss, Delia finds herself in awkward situations.

This story is a delight to read from the very start. Here, we have a heroine who puts her heart on the line and asks her boyfriend off ten years to marry her only for it to be broken, when he mistakenly texts her instead of his lover. Broken and bitter, Delia rallies on with the help of her innocent and sweet game loving brother, Ralph, her outspoken best friend Emma and council hating Joe. She works hard at forgetting the hurt, even though Paul tries hard to win her back. Mhairi has once again created a character that you want as a friend, a friend who can help mop up a broken heart as well as make an excellent drinking buddy and that is what Delia is, fun loving with her quirky fashion sense, she exudes vibrancy across the pages.

As well as Delia, there are a host of characters in this book that make for extremely fun reading. Joe and Adam in particular, I enjoyed, Delia’s friendships developed between the two. And the occasional love/hate banter that Adam and Delia did having me sniggering to myself. Even though the story is quite lighthearted, there is one harrowing part of the tale that did leave me bawling at my work desk, so I would suggest having tissues close by when reading the book.

A delicious story that I would happily read again and again and which most definitely has to be my favourite cover of the year. ‘It’s Not Me, It’s You’ is a wittily written uplifting story about overcoming heartbreak, new friendships and realising that you’re never too late to start over.

You can buy It’s Not Me, It’s You from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.