Tuesday, October 25, 2016


About the Book:
Author: Natasha Farrant
Pub. Date: October 25, 2016
Publisher: The Chicken House
Pages: 336
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

A fresh, funny, and spirited reimagining of Jane Austen's beloved Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Diary of Lydia Bennet brings the voice of the wildest Bennet sister to life.

Lydia is the youngest of the five Bennet girls. She's stubborn, never listens, and can't seem to keep her mouth shut -- not that she would want to anyway. She wishes her older sisters would pay her attention, or that something would happen in her boring country life.

Luckily, that something is right around the corner, and it's the handsome Wickham, who arrives at Longbourn to sweep her off her feet. Lydia's not going to let him know THAT, of course, especially since he only seems to be interested in friendship. But when they both decide to summer in the fasionable seaside town of Brighton, their paths inevitably become entangled again.

At the seaside, Lydia also finds exciting new ways of life and a pair of friends who offer her a future she would have never dreamed possible. Lydia finally understands what she really wants. But can she get it?
“Lydia, are you quite well?” Mamma’s voice brought me back to the drawing room.
“What did you say, Mamma?” I asked.
“You are quite flushed! Move away from the fire, child.”
“Please may I be excused?”
I slipped out before Mamma could reply, and ran all the way to the Waire.
It is really only a small stream, but when I was a little girl I thought it a great river. There is a sort of beach by the bridge, where once when I was eight I tried to swim like the village boys do. I hid in a tree and spied on them for a week to understand how they floated, and one afternoon when they had gone I stripped down to my shift and waded in.

For a few seconds—maybe even a minute—it was marvelous. My toes curled in soft sand, my shift floated about my waist, and my whole body burned with cold. I lay on my back as I had seen the boys do, and water rushed over my head, and the world was full of bubbles, and it was absolutely splendid. Then the current swept me away and I nearly drowned.
A farmhand found me clinging to a rock in the middle of the water and carried me home, and it was all vastly dramatic. Mamma almost fainted at the sight of me, all wet and covered in mud and bleeding a bit, and Father actually smacked me. My sisters couldn’t believe what I had done. They tried to make me promise I wouldn’t do it again, but I refused. I said nothing in my life had ever been so wonderful, and I never admitted to a single soul how frightened I had been.

I still love the Waire, despite it trying to kill me. I haven’t tried to swim again, but I do paddle sometimes, and I always go to it when I feel like I did today. Even though here it is only a stream, Mary says that about fifteen miles away it flows into the Lea, which flows into the Thames, which goes through London and then into the sea, and that must be quite something.

About Martina:
I am one of those rarities, a Londoner born and bred.  And like most true Londoners, I’m not completely English, but three-quarters French with a little bit Dutch thrown in.  I can’t imagine living anywhere else, though I would like a horse, a big old house with a secret passage or two, a fig tree, a walnut tree, lots of dogs and a vista of rolling hills on one side and the sea on the other.  All of which are sadly incompatible with both life in the city and my income.

I write partly because in my stories I can live the lives I’m not…

I have two teenage daughters, Justine and Lily, who provide endless inspiration for my books.  I am pleased to say inspiration works both ways. One of them has dyed her hair pink, and the other has taken to hanging out on the roof in the middle of the night.

The “person” I talk to most is my tortoiseshell cat, Amber.  This is because as a writer you spend a lot of time alone, which makes you go slightly mad.  Amber repays me for my conversation by trashing my house.  Soon we are goig to buy a dachshund puppy called Blue, and presumably he will be equally destructive.

I get very grumpy if I don’t have a good book to read, if I’m not writing, if I’m hungry, tired or don’t get enough exercise.  Otherwise I am a generally cheerful person.

Click here for answers to Frequently Asked Questions about my life as a writer.

3 winners will receive finished copies of THE SECRET DIARY OF LYDIA BENNET, US Only.

Tour Schedule:
Week One:
10/17/2016- Curling Up With A Good Book- Interview
10/18/2016- Wandering Bark BooksReview
10/19/2016- The Reading Nook ReviewsExcerpt
10/20/2016- History from a Woman's PerspectiveReview
10/21/2016- A Page With a ViewInterview

Week Two:
10/25/2016- Reese's ReviewsExcerpt
10/26/2016- Betwixt the PagesReview
10/27/2016- Becky on Books- Interview

10/28/2016- Owl Always Be ReadingReview

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