A letter to my younger self

Saturday, 8 July 2017

Shannan, 

It gets better.

Okaay, the next few years have their ups and downs, and your next few years in education may seem useless at first. But there not. You are going to go on to prove all your old teachers wrong, and get that university education you wanted so much. Believe it or not, you even graduate with a 2:1. On your graduation day you are going to feel a sense of pride that you never imagined you would ever feel. You will collect your degree certificate in front of your peers and think "fuck. I've made it". You will look around at the friends that you have made over those 3 years and be so proud of them too. Your heart will be full, and you will be happy. Really, truly happy.

You may regret spending time with the wrong people. But don't. They shaped you and changed you for the better. They helped you become a greater person, a stronger person. They opened the door and lead you to form impossible friendships, friendships that have lasted double the amount of time as your friendship with the wrong crowd.

You will find what makes you happy. You will find your passion. You will travel much more than you ever imagined - America, Poland, Spain and France to name a few. You will get accepted to study second degree, this time in nursing, and you will be oh so excited.

You will still have your bad days, and you will still struggle at times. But that's okay. You are entitled to those days. You've worked incredibly hard to get to where you are now. You've got a flat, a job and you're studying again come September. And just 8 years ago you would have never believed that you would get to where you are now.

I know the world is a scary place, and at times it seems to get scarier but alongside the awful atrocities that you witness in your life time you realise how lucky you are to be where you are. You will witness the whole country coming together, standing united. And if that doesn't fill you with pride and hope, then what will?

You're even writing a blog in your spare time, and you love it. You're reading more, and you're spending time with your closest friends. Making new memories every single day. So don't give up, and keep working towards to what you believe in because even in just a few years, you will look back and realise how much you have achieved in your short time on this planet. And you will be proud.

Keep your head held high, and your heart strong because you are going to be just fine.

by Shannan (@ TSDDBlog) from Twenty Something and Day Dreaming 


This post has been kindly written in support of #Rebeccas24HourReadathon. SomeOne Cares is a charity that helps support survivors, young and old, who have suffered of rape or some form of abuse at some point in their life. 

If you would like to get involved and help spread the word then please considering sharing this post with your friends and followers. You can donate or share the donation page directly by going to this page.

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My writing inspiration: a battered book and an old photograph

On my writing desk sits an old, battered copy of Beloved by Toni Morrison. It is the only book that I have there and its purpose is to inspire me when I write. I wrote five DI Jack Brady books, the latest one, The Puppet Maker (2015) with Beloved within reach; always close enough so my fingers could touch it. A constant reminder of why I wanted to write. Why I wanted to be storyteller.
Published in 1987,  Beloved’s exploration of family, trauma, repressed memories and ultimately, the resilience of the human psyche to fight oppression – regardless of the personal consequences– is why this book is so inspirational. The racial themes of black/white relations founded in such an inequitable past as slavery, struck a personal chord with me as my Algerian grandfather was raised in Dundee by a white family in the early 1900s and suffered unspeakable racism throughout his life. At the age of thirty-seven he was deployed at the outbreak of the Second World War to France. Physically, as a 6’1’ black man he was a conspicuous figure; finally captured, he proceeded to escape three times during his five year imprisonment. He even survived a “death march” into Germany at the close of the war by feigning death and then made his own way home through Europe, arriving months after the end of the war. My grandfather ironically died shortly after being reunited with my grandmother from an intracranial brain tumour, believed to have been the result of trauma to the head after being beaten repeatedly by a German soldier’s rifle. My black-skinned mother grew up fatherless with no reference to her racial heritage; one which had caused her to suffer being called the “N” word (amongst other racial insults) – a slur I had heard as a child growing up in reference to her.
Morrison dedicates Beloved to the “Six Million and more” Africans and their descendants who had died during the transatlantic slave trade and pulls no punches as she asks the reader to suspend disbelief as she takes them into a world of two narratives; one set during slavery and the other after the end of the Civil War. The narrative is powerfully alluring and lyrical and at the same time, harrowing as it exposes the unspeakable insidious ills of slavery and she tells it as it was – regardless of how unpalatable. But it also speaks of human survival and resilience against adversity which is why it speaks to me of my maternal family.
However, Beloved is not the only item on my desk that inspires me as a writer. An old photograph of Harriet Ann Jacobs sits beside Beloved and was my inspiration when I wrote The Last Cut (2017) which is the first book in a new series and features DS Harri Jacobs who is the victim of a horrific attack and transfers to Newcastle from the Met in the hope of leaving her past behind. Her assailant left her alive, with the promise that one day he would be back. And she ran. But a year later, with a serial killer stalking the streets of Newcastle, horrifically altering his victims, she soon realises that he has followed her. But the hunter soon becomes the hunted as DS Harri Jacobs refuses to become his victim for a second and final time and decides that it is time to take her revenge.
The photograph so inspired me to the extent she is DS Harri Jacobs’s namesake. Harriet Ann Jacobs was an African American slave who escaped by hiding in a crawl space above a storeroom in her grandmother’s house in the summer of 1835. She remained in that “little dismal hole” for the next seven years. She went on to become an abolitionist and publicly spoke against the ills of slavery, racial and gender inequality. She then wrote an autobiographical novel, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl which was published in 1861 and exposed the horrific insidious sexual abuse inflicted upon women and girls within the confines of slavery.
However, Harri is clearly not an escaped slave, nor an African American novelist, but she is a survivor of sexual abuse and oppression who through her job fights for the freedom of other female victims. There are parallels that link my fictitious character to her namesake, such as the fact that Harriet Ann Jacobs hid in a crawl space for seven years watching and waiting before seizing her liberation. DS Harri Jacobs effectively locks herself up in a glass prison – a fifth floor warehouse apartment – where she watches and waits for her attacker to return, as promised. But both women break free from their confines, one from slavery and the other as a rape and potential murder victim – both ultimately living with the threat of being hunted down; Harriet Ann Jacobs as a fugitive slave and DS Harri Jacobs as a victim whose assailant was never caught. Both have the threat of men claiming and destroying them and yet both women are ultimately victorious warriors who chose not to live in fear.
The Last Cut deals with female victims, but instead of having them as part of a body count, I wanted them to be survivors; to transcend victimhood and metamorphose into warriors who ultimately save themselves. The abolitionist, Harriet Ann Jacobs used her novel to fight against slavery for the victims who endured its ills, and so, as a feminist and a Patron of the charity SomeOne Cares which counsels victims of rape, child abuse and domestic violence, I wanted my victims to fight back. To resist. To refuse. And if at all possible, to save themselves.
by Danielle Ramsay (@ DanielleRamsay2)
Danielle Ramsay is a proud Scot who gave up an academic career to write creatively after being shortlisted for the CWA Debut Dagger in 2009 and 2010. She was then a New Writing North 2011 Read Regional author. She is the author of five DI Jack Brady books set in the North East of England and her latest book, The Last Cut which is the start of a new psychological thriller series with the female protagonist, DS Harri Jacobs was published in June and described by Martina Cole as: “A really cracking good read!”
An advocate against domestic violence for personal and political reasons, Danielle is the Patron of the charity SomeOne Cares which counsels survivors of domestic violence, rape and child abuse.
This post has been kindly written in support of #Rebeccas24HourReadathon. SomeOne Cares is a charity that helps support survivors, young and old, who have suffered of rape or some form of abuse at some point in their life. 

If you would like to get involved and help spread the word then please considering sharing this post with your friends and followers. You can donate or share the donation page directly by going to this page.

Thank you for reading!

Welcome to the readathon

Hi everyone! So today is the day, the 24 hours of reading have begun as you read this. Since this challenge for charity involves me keeping my nose buried in a book the majority of the time, I have put together a series of posts that will go up over the next 24 hours, that's a whole lot of content for you to read (and share if you don't mind). The posts have been written by other bloggers and authors and there's a few from me thrown into the mix too. 

I'm trying to raise as much money as possible for SomeOne Cares, who help survivors of all ages, who have suffered from rape or any sort of abuse in their lives. The charity offers free counselling sessions, which means they rely on donations to stay afloat and help as many people as possible.

When Dimple Met Rishi Review

Wednesday, 5 July 2017



Rating: 4/5
Source: Netgalley

Dimple Shah has it all figured out. With graduation behind her, she’s more than ready for a break from her family, from Mamma’s inexplicable obsession with her finding the “Ideal Indian Husband.” Ugh. Dimple knows they must respect her principles on some level, though. If they truly believed she needed a husband right now, they wouldn’t have paid for her to attend a summer program for aspiring web developers…right?
Rishi Patel is a hopeless romantic. So when his parents tell him that his future wife will be attending the same summer program as him—wherein he’ll have to woo her—he’s totally on board. Because as silly as it sounds to most people in his life, Rishi wants to be arranged, believes in the power of tradition, stability, and being a part of something much bigger than himself.

The Shahs and Patels didn’t mean to start turning the wheels on this “suggested arrangement” so early in their children’s lives, but when they noticed them both gravitate toward the same summer program, they figured, Why not?

Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works hard to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.

Zoella & Friends Book Club Unboxing

Monday, 3 July 2017


Hi everyone! I'm really excited to be doing this post today as it's my first time taking part in a Zoella Book Club. I've read quite a lot of the books from past Zoella book clubs and haven't been disappointed in the choices, so when the 2017 book club was announced I knew I wanted to take part. 

So first, lets dive into the books!

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