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Flesh of the Peach: Netgalley and Finished Cover

 

(the finished cover!)

(it’s all scuffy-looking in real life, which I love)

 

My debut novel Flesh of the Peach is now available to access on Netgalley, an online service that allows publishers to grant early access to their titles to the people who might read it and promote it to others. That means if you’r a reviewer, bookseller, librarian or journalist, you can request a title before it makes it to the shops. Here’s the link to Flesh of the Peach. Review copies have started going out, so I have thrown myself into my work in order not to think about that much at all (I still do). If you’re a bookseller and think you might like to have me read, please get in touch (hlmcclory at gmail). I’m fond of it, and I can go wherever there’s a cheap flight or bus and a friendly face at the other end waiting for me.

 

It’s March and still cold and grim here, so I don’t have many pictures to show you. I hope I will go outside for longer stretches, and then have something green to share. I dream of flowers. One way to fulfil the need for blooms is to follow writer Alyssa Harad’s #FlowerReport every Sunday on her Twitter feed. Flowers from all over the world, showing it’s always Spring and Summer somewhere, even if that somewhere is a vase on an indoor shelf.

 

As soon as I see something more than a sorrowful bent-over daffodil I’ll share it with her.

 

As a reminder, the book launches in Blackwell’s Edinburgh on the 25th of April. Tickets are free and available here.

Flesh of the Peach‘s pub day is the 20th of April, and you can pre-order now from Freight, which is a good way to support the press directly.

An excerpt from Flesh of the Peach appeared in 3AM Press (back before the character’s name changed) and Sundog Lit.

 

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The Unsung Letter No.6, by Alyssa Harad

A taste:

 

After a noisy life as a daughter, a wife, and a feminist writer, Sara Maitland discovered—gradually, and with no little surprise—that what she wanted more than anything else was solitude and silence. A Book of Silence tells the story of her growing hunger, her pursuit of a life of silence, and her joyous attainment of it.

 

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