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#BlogTour #Extract Tasting Sunlight By Ewald Arenz

Hello, Book Dragons! Today I would like to welcome you all to my stop of the Blog Tour for Tasting Sunlight By Ewald Arenz and I would like to share an exclusive 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: 978-1914585142
Genre: Humorous Fiction
Release date: 23 06 2022
Price*: Kindle £4.27 (GBP)/  Paperback £8.79 (GBP)
Kindle $7.49 (USD)/ Paperback $16.95 (USD)
Pages: ~ 276
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK
Bookshop.org

Description of the book: Teenager Sally has just run away from a clinic where she to be treated for anorexia. She’s furious with everything and everyone, and wants to be left in peace.

Liss is in her forties, living alone on a large farm that she runs single-handedly. She has little contact with the outside world, and no need for other people.

From their first meeting, Sally realises that Liss isn’t like other adults; she expects nothing of Sally and simply accepts who she is, offering her a bed for the night with no questions asked.

That night becomes weeks and then months, as an unlikely friendship develops and these two damaged women slowly open up – connecting to each other, reconnecting with themselves, and facing the darkness in their pasts  through their shared work on the land

Extract From The Book:

A while later, she climbed down again, picked up her cup and roamed across the farmyard, past the empty stable, along the path into the garden, past a hen house, past round woodpiles among which the hens were pecking, past an ancient privy that was leaning against an empty rabbit hutch. The garden itself was more of an elongated meadow – as large as a field. Part of it was fenced in and laid out for vegetables. Sally wondered at first why you’d put up a fence in your own garden, but then she remembered the hens. Opposite the vegetable garden was a low, windowless building with wide sliding doors. Sally pulled at one and saw that it was a machine shed. There was a second ancient tractor, a plough and a few other pieces of equipment whose function was equally mysterious; there was a pile of sacks, and then there was a motorbike. Curious, she walked over. She’d ridden a motorbike once, illegally, of course. Sally swung herself onto the seat and tried the kick starter. The engine didn’t start. She tried it again, and, now becoming absorbed in what she was doing, kicked down once more on the starter. Nothing happened. She kicked it until a cramp shot down her calf and she had to jump up to stretch her leg. Furiously, she kicked at the motorbike; it fell over. What was she doing here anyway? What kind of insane game was she playing here?

She ran out of the building, down the path out of the garden and into the yard, ran through the kitchen into the house, then up the stairs into the room she’d slept in. She grabbed the rucksack from the chair, felt automatically for her phone, remembering almost simultaneously where she’d left it: jammed behind the back of her wardrobe in the clinic. Switched off. According to her phone, she was still there. She pulled a face. She was free. Nobody knew where she was. She could go wherever she wanted. She threw on the rucksack and went down the stairs. In the kitchen, she stopped. Wonderful. The question now was, where did she actually want to go?

‘Away isn’t a direction, huh?’ she asked aloud. The door was open. The kitchen was empty. The strip of sunlight had flitted past the table and was now lying kind of in the doorway. The sun was at its noonday height, and its light was leaving the room. For the sun, things were simple.

It reminded Sally of a kindergarten rhyme and she sang it tunelessly: ‘The sun is rising in the east and heading south for now at least before it goes down in the west yet northern climes are not so blest.’ She’d hated kindergarten.

In the end it didn’t matter where she went. It wasn’t about getting anywhere. It was about getting away from everything.

As she pulled the patio door shut from the outside, she remembered the cup. She’d left it by the motorbike in the equipment shed. Somehow it felt wrong to leave without putting the cup back in the kitchen. She walked down the path past the woodpiles. The hens ran around between her feet as if she weren’t a stranger. In the machine shed she looked around for the cup. She’d set it precariously on the tractor’s dusty, green mudguard. But before she reached for it, she took a few quick steps towards the overturned motorbike and picked it up. Then she hastily took the cup and ran out of the shed down the path.

Liss was just turning into the farmyard on the tractor when Sally reached it; she jumped lightly down from the seat and reached into the engine to turn it off. It chugged to a stop. Smiling, Liss looked at her.

‘You’re leaving?’ she asked with a glance at the rucksack.

Sally shook her head and raised the cup.

‘I was just in the garden,’ she mumbled, and walked into the kitchen.

About the author: Ewald Arenz was born in Nurnberg in 1965, where he now teaches. He has won various national and regional awards for literature; among them the Bavarian State Prize for Literature and the great Nuremberg Prize for Literature. One of seven children, he enjoys nature, woodturning, biking, swimming, and drinking tea. He lives with his family in Germany.
Twitter and Facebook: @EwaldArenz / Instagram: ewald_arenz

*-the price was taken from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com on the current date. The price might change at the time of your purchase. The links used in this post for book purchases are affiliates.

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