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#BlogTour #Extract Nothing Else By Louise Beech #NothingElse

Hello, Book Dragons! Today I would like to welcome you all to my stop on the Blog Tour for Nothing Else By Louise Beech and I would like to share an extract from the book, with all of you. Thank you very much to Anne from Random Things Tours for the invitation. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂

Publisher: Orenda Books
ISBN13: 9781914585166
Genre:  Psychological Fiction
Release date: 23 06 2022
Price*: Kindle £4.27 (GBP)/  Paperback £7.91 (GBP)
Kindle $7.49 (USD)/ Paperback $16.95 (USD)
Pages: ~ 276
You can get this book here:
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Description of the book: Heather Harris is a piano teacher and professional musician, whose quiet life revolves around music, whose memories centre on a single song that haunts her. A song she longs to perform again. A song she wrote as a child, to drown out the violence in their home. A song she played with her little sister, Harriet.

But Harriet is gone … she disappeared when their parents died, and Heather never saw her again.

When Heather is offered an opportunity to play piano on a cruise ship, she leaps at the chance. She’ll read her recently released childhood care records by day – searching for clues to her sister’s disappearance – and play piano by night … coming to terms with the truth about a past she’s done everything to forget.


The morning after she had shown me the advert for the cruise job, I called Tamsin. ‘I know you’re busy, getting ready to go away again bu—’

‘Have you applied for it?’ she interrupted, excited.

‘Tamsin … I … I know I said I was when you asked yesterday … but I’m not OK.’

‘I didn’t think so,’ she said. ‘What’s wrong, babe?’

‘I … I haven’t been working these last few days,’ I admitted. ‘I just haven’t felt like … well, like I can.’

‘Why? That isn’t like you, Heather.’

‘I know.’ I went onto the balcony and looked out at the boats. ‘There was this … student…’


‘She reminded me of…’

‘Lady Gaga? Miley Cyrus?’ I laughed. ‘No.’ I said her name then, one I rarely said aloud, one I only thought of when I was alone, and the past grabbed at me with greedy hands: ‘Harriet.’

‘Oh,’ said Tamsin softly.

‘Rebecca, my supposed new student,’ I explained. ‘She was this little girl, and her vulnerability, it just, it floored me. And I ran away. She broke my heart. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stay and teach her. I had to lie and tell her mother that I was ill. I feel terrible now.’ I bent down low, as low as I felt, and put my forehead to the chill balcony railing. ‘I’ve never liked teaching the little ones. And I think it’s because…’

‘Because they’ll remind you of her.’ Tamsin paused. ‘I think perhaps it’s because you’ve buried such a lot and you never talk about it.’

‘It’s hard to,’ I breathed.

‘Haven’t you ever wanted to look for her, after she disappeared like that?’

‘I’ve been … afraid, I guess. I mean, yes, I’ve looked on Facebook and I’ve googled her name – or at least what was her name – but nothing more. I can’t explain why I haven’t taken it further. I can’t explain why I’m … scared. It’s like, if I search for her, I’m going to have to face so many other memories.’ I shook my head as though to free my fears. ‘Anyway, I did something quite epic. I applied for my care records last week.’

‘You mean, from your childhood?’

‘Yes. Rebecca’s mother told me she’d got hers, you know, to find answers about her past. They adopted her when she was three, you see, and she had some behavioural problems, so they wanted the full story. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What might such a document disclose? What might I find inside mine?’ I came back inside and stood by my piano. ‘So, I got in touch with the council after I googled how you obtain them, and I’ve requested them. They said they could take up to thirty days to arrive, because they have to redact other people’s names and details first, by law, though it’s often much quicker.’

Oh God, this is so Long Lost Family,’ gushed Tamsin.

‘I don’t think so,’ I said.

‘Are you hoping they’ll give some clues as to where Harriet is? Do you think you’ll actually look for her?’

‘I’m not sure. It was an impulse. I might not even dare read them.’

‘I will,’ cried Tamsin.

‘Anyway,’ I said, ‘I can’t go on like this – not teaching. I need to earn a living. So, I’ve decided; I’ll apply today for the job on the ship. It’ll give me time to think about what I really want to do in my career. To decide if I want to … finally face my past. And when I get home, my care records might be waiting for me.’

‘I’m so happy.’ Tamsin paused. I waited. ‘I really am. You’re supposed to be playing, not teaching. I’ve always said it.’

‘I wouldn’t be able to play if I hadn’t had such a brilliant teacher,’ I said quietly.

‘Oh, you would. It’s in your blood.’ Was it?

Yes. And she was right. Maybe it was time to play.

About the author: Louise Beech is an exceptional literary talent, whose debut novel How To Be Brave was a Guardian Readers’ Choice for 2015. The follow-up, The Mountain in My Shoe was shortlisted for Not the Booker Prize. Both of her previous books Maria in the Moon and The Lion Tamer Who Lost were widely reviewed, critically acclaimed and number-one bestsellers on Kindle. The Lion Tamer Who Lost was shortlisted for the RNA Most Popular Romantic Novel Award in 2019. Her short fiction has won the Glass Woman Prize, the Eric Hoffer Award for Prose, and the Aesthetica Creative Works competition, as well as shortlisting for the Bridport Prize twice. Louise lives with her husband on the outskirts of Hull, and loves her job as a Front of House Usher at Hull Truck Theatre, where her first play was performed in 2012.
Twitter: @LouiseWriter / Website:

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