Book Me In!
Lately I've been reading far more than ever before and so I made the decision to start a youtube channel (or Booktube). I wanted to use this space to discuss the books that matter to me and initiate conversations about them.
Having created the channel I now have regular videos which cover work by a range of fiction authors along with some stand-out biographies.
Each week has a segment about YA books. So far I have looked at the following:
Love, Simon by Becky Albertalli
Let it Snow by John Green and friends
The Prom by Maureen Johnson
I also have a segment where I open up new books that I've had delivered and share my TBR list (to be read) as well as a bit about my all time favourite writers, known simply as 'Adore-thors.'
Let's Read Together!
I am excited to start refreshing my website and introduce some new material. Throughout lockdown I have been building stories and getting to know interesting and colourful characters who will hopefully engage you as they unfurl in future books.
It is wonderful to read a variety of fiction books and lately I have been reading more widely than ever. Perhaps you will check out my upcoming book reviews which include books by Liane Moriarty, Matt Haig, Joanne Harris and many more brilliant authors.
Take a look at my free samples of short stories and snippets from my very first novella, for which Ihave had some encouraging and heart-warming reviews.
Most of all, thank you for taking time to indulge me and read some of my comments, narrative, general ramblings and anecdotes.
I Care A Lot - A Movie
This film recently caught my attention because the premise was relatively unusual. The concept revolved around the idea that people with illnesses that required them to be looked after in care homes might be issued with state guardians.
Rosalind Pike played a manipulative, money grabbing guardian who exploited the people she supposedly was responsible for and sold all of their belongings and propriety, whilst paying herself a hefty wage.
All was not as straight forward as it seemed and the most recent resident seemed to have no family ties who might claim her considerable wealth. This made her seem to be a 'cherry'.
Things could not have been further from the truth.
With Peter Dunklage from Game of Thrones throwing quite a clunky spanner in the works, the movie is fast-paced, funny, riveting and definitely worthy of Golden Globes.
'I Care a Lot' is available on Prime Video.
Wait a Minute...
Books are like cake,
The more you try, the more you want.
This will be a place where books are worshipped and I can share my short stories and novellas.
My short story publication had been released on Amazon as an e-book. Click here to sample it.
Jamie Adams - Second Glance
First impressions always count. That is what they say.
We all know that snap judgements can often be wrong. You can't judge every book by its cover.
These short stories deal with presumptions, jumping to conclusions and the hurt that first impressions can lead to.
Every situation deserves a second glance.
Buy it now for 77p on kindle/ free with kindle unlimited
BUILDING STORIES - A writer's perception
As a new author who is very much finding his feet in the world of publishing, I have gathered my own experiences as a critical reader and tried to consider what types of stories stick with me personally. Thinking carefully about a range of well known publications I have noticed that the memorable ones have certain things in common. I believe that popular fiction can be very varied and told through different voices, with quite separate contexts and settings, but a few things always shine through anyway.
A story tends to resonate more strongly when it is not too predictable and doesn't fit a mould. By this, I mean it is great to be thrilled by a narrative but equally satisfying to have outcomes that were not foreseen. Of course, such events might well be foreshadowed as droplets of information often needed to be fed to the reader as the story moves along, in order for it to reach that riveting conclusion comfortably.
Here are the top five elements that seem to exist in every popular story that has resonated with me:
1) The characters need to be believable. I need to be able to imagine that I am them, or at least be able to see myself as someone who could be immersed in their story and engage with their ambitions, concerns and general ups and downs.
2) The problem needs to be interesting. By that, I simply mean that the issue that most stirs the characters up needs to seem important to me as a reader. I may not know what it is like to run a chocolate shop in France, but I can easily get involved when I know the local community threatens the shop's continued business.
3) Coupled with this, because the main character is believable, I can easily then begin to take sides. I may find I am routing for the protagonist, or in a story told by multiple narrators, I can certainly pick a side.
4) Whether told in dialect, like in 'The Colour Purple' or written in the form of a series of letters, as with 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower', I don't mind either way. So long as the narrative has pace. Each chapter needs to move the story on, perhaps only slightly, but with clear markers that tell me that progress has been made. This can be more nuggets of information to go with the build-up or an incredible revelation that leaves me breathless towards the climax.
5) Last but not least, I need something to tell my friends about. Something juicy and intriguing that I will take away from having read that particular story. I need to be able to discuss an important issue raised or consider looking up holiday destinations located where the story was set (fantasy fiction not so much). There is nothing better than being able to tell a friend that the book I just read is unputdownable.
NEW EXTRACT 21st March 2021
Celia was on her way to work. She took the same route that she always took. It was about 8 o’clock and the sun was bright over the horizon. As she crossed the road to enter the park, which was the shortcut she had followed every day for ten years, she suddenly had visions of forgetting to pick up her phone. Rummaging through her handbag, with the sun’s sharp rays causing her to shield her face, she kept walking across the path and was just about to enter the bit that led through the park when…Crash!
It had all happened so fast. Celia was spinning around, trying to take in what had happened. One minute she had been feeling around in her bag for her phone. The next minute she was in the centre of a huge drama unfolding. Just as she had crossed the path she had failed to notice a guy in the cycle lane who had had to suddenly turn to avoid her as she backtracked slightly, averting her eyes from the blinding sun. At the same time a cyclist had emerged from the park, rightfully travelling on the cycle track side of the path but not expecting a dithering pedestrian to divert another bike into his pathway.
Not for one moment did Celia assume that any of this was caused by her actions. Instead she screamed. Confirming that she hadn’t remembered her phone after all, she yelled at the top of her lungs to get some help. She then dropped the bag and stepped back to steady herself before trying to catch her breath and take everything in.
This is from the short story 'Race to Make a Decision' in my 77p book 'Second Glance.'
I simply couldn’t look her in the eye. I shied away from her gaze as I tugged her up from beneath the scratchy hedge that had protected our falls. With a cut lip and some already visible bruises, I was feeling worse for wear. She had a bump on her cheek and a few grazes, but seemed to have come off better than I had. It was difficult to get back to reality and regain our focuses after such a traumatic event. Glancing back over my shoulder, I could see the house looking almost unchanged. It seemed to stand more erect than before apart from the shattered windows of the conservatory and the door that was hanging off its hinges. It blew in the wind and banged loudly every second or two. It’s rhythm was awkward and seemed to resonate within my chest. She looked at me and caught my eye. We had survived something that only we could ever understand. Nobody would even believe us if we told them. It all started that day when I suggested we look for her stupid blue scarf. But it was not her fault. Far from it. It needed to come about in this way. I can remember everything right from when we got together that morning to cycle into the woods.