Do not miss me, because I will always be with you…I am the air, the moon, the stars. For we are all made of stars, my beloved... Wherever you look, I will be there.Stella Carey exists in a world of night. Married to a soldier who has returned from Afghanistan injured in body and mind, she leaves the house every evening as Vincent locks himself away, along with the secrets he brought home from the war.During her nursing shifts, Stella writes letters for her patients to their loved ones - some full of humour, love and practical advice, others steeped in regret or pain – and promises to post these messages after their deaths.Until one night Stella writes the letter that could give her patient one last chance at redemption, if she delivers it in time…
I was thrilled to be asked to host the Blog Tour for We Are All Made of Stars by Rowan Coleman, and especially delighted that the Blog Tour starts right here. I reviewed We Are All Made of Stars here on Random Things last month, the novel was published in hardback by Ebury on 21 May 2015.
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I'm so pleased to welcome Rowan to Random Things today. Rowan is going to tell us how she feels about hand-written letters and is also sharing a very special letter with us.
I mourn the passing of the hand written letter. There is something about a letter that is special, indelible. A letter can be tied in ribbon, or folded away into a wallet, between the pages of a book, in a way that a text or tweet never can. The paper, the envelope, the handwriting all means something unique. It puts a person, and their thoughts into one moment in time, and it keeps them there. It captures thoughts, and emotions in the same way that a photograph captures an expression. And that’s why I started to write letters again, and why letters became a very important part of my latest novel, ‘We Are All Made of Stars.’
This letter is addressed to my Great Uncle. Like many others, Aubrey enlisted too young, at the age of 16, and was killed two years later very close to his eighteenth birthday. I never really knew anything about him, until, by total coincidence, we decided to call our youngest son Aubrey, and my Mum told us everything she knew about it. It’s been wonderful to find out more, and to know that his name and his memory go on with us, and our children.
|Rowan's Great Uncle Aubrey|
I'm sure that you'll all agree that Rowan's letter to her Great Uncle is beautiful and heart-felt.
I hope that you will follow the Blog Tour this week, Rowan will be sharing more of her letters on each of the blogs that host the tour. The tour will visit Rea's Book Reviews on Tuesday 26th May, One More Page on Wednesday 27th May, Chicklit Chloe on Thursday 28th May and finishes off at Miss Bookworm on Friday 29th May.
Rowan Coleman lives with her husband, and five children in a very full house in Hertfordshire. She juggles writing novels with raising her family which includes a very lively set of toddler twins whose main hobby is going in the opposite directions. When she gets the chance, Rowan enjoys sleeping, sitting and loves watching films; she is also attempting to learn how to bake.Rowan would like to live every day as if she were starring in a musical, although her daughter no longer allows her to sing...
For more information, visit her website www.rowancoleman.co.uk
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