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with stones of
the past weighing
me down. I’ve
been carrying them
with me for too
long a time.
Some are large
and made from
metal, others are
jewel bright and
catch the sun.
Others still are
made from wood
or glass. Each
of them is
covered with something,
an image that
represents that part
of the past
weighing me down,
holding me back.
The chains or ropes
attaching them to me
chafe at me, raise red welts
on my skin.
I stand on
the street, looking
to the sun
when I see one
approaching me. It
stops in front
of me and
I notice the rider.
He looks a
little like me
and holds the
reins to three beasts
that pull his chariot.
“Want to come aboard?”
He asks me.
“Yes, please.”
He shakes his
head, the sun
glinting off of
his armor like
little bits of sun.
“You can’t go forward with all that weight. How do you even walk?”
I bristle slightly.
“I manage just fine.”
He looks at
me and I
see something in
his eyes, something
familiar. He nods.
“Come on then, if you must.”
He holds out
his hand and
helps me up.
The Chariot begins
to move, but
slowly, so slowly.
“In order to move forward, you’ll have to let some of that go.”
I look at
my weight and
choose the heaviest
ones, untie them
from me. Others
with metal cuffs
holding them to
me click apart
and they fall
away behind me
on the roadside.
We move faster
now, the Chariot
gathering speed. I
look at the
stones that are
left. They are
smaller but some
of them are
the heaviest. I
hold them up
to him.
“What about these?”
He looks at the stones.
“What about them? You will either let them go or hold on to them. Only you can decide to be free.”
I nod, almost
knowing what he
would say to me.
I release the
other ropes and
cuffs and the
stones fall behind
me, clattering on
the pavement. The
marks and burns
still remain though.
“Those will go away in time.”
He says, kindly.
“For now, they will remind you of how far you’ve come. Remember, we are not defined by our scars.”
We travel on
for a while
until I ask him:
“Where are we going?”
He regards me
and then smiles,
handing me the
reigns. He begins
to fade and
something in me
feels fuller, more
bright. I finally
recognize him as
myself, the me
I dreamed of being.
“Forward. Go forward, don’t look back.”
When he is
completely gone, I
am holding the
reigns and can
feel the bright
sun on my
armor, turning me
into a sun.
“Forward.”
I whisper.
“Forward.”
Her son, Jack, has gone off to university. This leaves her feeling very alone in her little cottage in the lovely village of Tindledale. She isn’t sure what she can do to fill up her time now that he’s off living his own life and she’s in Tindledale missing him.
Added to that, the school board has decided that the Tindledale village school might be closing due to low attendance. As acting head of the school, Meg takes this to heart. She knows that her school has provided an education to everyone in the village and she can’t let it close, she just can’t. Only, how does she keep it open?
The answer comes in the form of the Great Village Show. All the villages in the surrounding township are competing and Meg knows that if they place high enough, there will be an article in the paper, hopefully drawing potential newcomers with children to Tindledale.
Meg throws herself into the preparations, knowing she has to do everything she can to make Tindledale shine. She’s distracted by two newcomers to her village: handsome and dashing celebrity chef Dan Wright. She learns from Lawrence, the owner of the B and B, that he might be opening up a new restaurant there.
Then there’s Jessie Cavendish, a woman who seems to have it all. Jessie enrolls her triplets in Meg’s school, but there is something off about her, something not quite right. When Meg sees an altercation between Jessie and her husband Sebastian, she wonders if not everything is as it seems.
However, Meg will need all the help she can get if Tindledale is going to put on the greatest Village Show ever seen…
My meagre plot summary is lacking in the heart that Alexandra Brown writes her world and her characters. It lacks the charm that she’s infused The Great Village Show with, the wit, the magic. I fell into this book and didn’t want to leave the village of Tindledale.
What surprised me was the choice of protagonist. In the first book in the Tindledale series, The Great Christmas Knit Off, we met Sybil, who helped save Hettie’s House of Haberdashery. Her previous series all revolved around Georgie Hart of Carrington’s. So I was expecting to see what Sybil was getting up to next. Imagine my surprise when we met Meg and Sybil was a secondary character!
This is a lovely twist and I wait with anticipation to see which character will narrate the next book. Will it be Sonny and Cher from the Duck and Puddle? Lawrence from the B and B? I can’t wait to find out. It takes a brave author to change narrators, but Brown makes it work so well. I can only hope that, when the series is at its end, we’ll know all the people from Tindledale better than we already do.
Alexandra Brown constantly wows me as she continues to write “chick lit” that pushes boundaries and blurs lines. In the Carrington’s series, for example, Georgie’s mother passed away from complications due to Multiple Sclerosis. A pretty heavy subject matter for chick lit, right?
In The Great Village Show, she deals with spousal abuse. It takes an awfully brave author to tackle such a subject, but an even more talented to handle it with gentle grace and to not let it bring down the joy of her novel. Brown deals with it in such a way that you’re left cheering at the end of the book. Still, it’s not the kind of topic you’ll find in chick lit but Brown makes all this work and more.
The Great Village Show is such a marvel and quite the treat. It will fill you up with joy and by the time you finish the novel, you won’t ever want to leave Tindledale.
I’ll have to read the book for a second time when I get my paperback copy just to see all those characters again. They aren’t merely people of the page but characters that fill your heart.
tell you how
much I love
you. My words
are lacking, even
after all this
time. It’s difficult
to capture the
emotions you stir
inside of me
in three simple
words. Saying
I love you
doesn’t seem like
enough. I try
anyways.
“I’m so in love with you.”
I tell you
and you respond
in kind. It
doesn’t capture everything
though. It fails
to tell you
how much you’ve
changed my life,
how much more
amazing it’s become
since you entered
“I love you beyond words.”
That almost works,
for aren’t I
always struggling to
find a way
to tell you
how I feel?
However, I’m a
writer and words
are my art.
I should be
able to tell
you how much
you make me
feel, how I’ve
become someone I
always wanted to
be, thanks to
your love and
your support, your
kindness that shines
from you in
all that you
do. So, I
try once again:
“I love you completely.”
That still seems
to lack the
way I love you,
how our love
continues to grow
beyond our bodies
and the fact
that I love
you with my
entire body, heart
and soul. In
the end, I
know that when
you look at
me, even if
I haven’t spoken,
you know exactly
how I feel
and return those
feelings in kind.
When you look
at me, you’re
seeing all of
me, every bit
of my heart
and soul. All
those words I’ve
been trying to
find don’t matter.
All that matters
is you and
the love we
have for each
other, brighter than
all the stars.
What’s not to love about Nigh?
When I first heard that Marie Bilodeau was writing a serial novel, I was excited. I’m a huge fan of her work, both her Heirs of a Broken Land and her Desinty’s trilogies are totally awesome and favourites of mine read many times over.
So I expected more of the same…what I should have learned by now is: with Marie Bilodeau, expect the unexpected and the unexpected is awesome!
Nigh Book 1 reads like a cross between The Mist by Stephen King and Charles de Lint, part horror, part epic fantasy with strong characters you fall in love with and yearn to help. Marie’s writing just pulls you in and leaves you wanting more.
Which is part of the issue with a serial novel. By the time the next installment came out, I was salivating for it, desperate to find out what was going to happen to Alva, Hector, Pete, Gruff and Molly.
Serial novels have fallen out of fad, but Marie makes a strong case to bring them back with Nigh. Popularized by Charles Dickens, the trend was continued by authors such as Arminstead Maupin and Stephen King. There hasn’t been a serial novel worth reading in a long time, until Nigh.
She has created a world, our world, that is both magical and terrifying. Something recognizable that has been changed by magic and hardened by time.
Our story begins with Alva Viola Taverner.
As a car mechanic, she is used to fixing things, putting them back in order. She has her sister and her job. That’s all she needs out of life in her small town. Everything else has let her down. However, things are about to change.
A thief breaks into her apartment. At first she’s worried that her most prized possession, her Grandmothers watch, is stolen, but its fight where she left it, safe and sound. Then things get even more bizarre when there’s a break in at the garage.
She knows without a doubt that it’s the same man who broke into her apartment. She corners him and he tells her that her Grandmothers watch has the power to stop an impending catastrophe: the veil between our world and the other has grown thin; and the things that go bump in the night are breaking free.
Soon, she’s on the run with Gruff, her boss at the garage, Al’s best friend Molly and Hector, the man who broke into her home and her work. Dangerous mists have started to roll along the roads and they can hear the sounds of others dying within them. The mists and what wait inside them are wiping out our world, one piece at a time. No one is safe.
When Alva is told that she has the only thing that can stop the impending doom, she has no choice but to trust Hector. However, will it be enough?
Or will they all die in the attempt?
The story starts there and just explodes off of the page. To tell you any more of the novel would be to take away some of its magic. Nigh (Books 1-5) isn’t a story you just read. It’s one that you experience, a novel that you want to crawl into and live inside.
Told with aplomb and with grace, Nigh is an incredible journey from start to finish. The serial novel format works to well here as you, the reader, feels as if you’ve been on a long journey, right along with Alva and crew.
The story began in January and has finally found it’s end in June, six months of wondering, hoping and wishing have finally come to an end and what a journey it’s been. Nigh is without a doubt the best thing that Marie Bilodeau has written and I can’t wait to see if the story is going to continue or what she has next for us.
Do yourself a favour and pick up the first book. It’s FREE! I guarantee that when you finish it, you’ll want to, nay, need to read on to find out what happens. Get your copy here:
Nigh Book 1
The end is Nigh and it is glorious!