Shortly after Sci-Fi & Scary got off the ground, I reviewed a mystery/thriller from an indie author named Jaq Hazell. That book was called I Came to Find a Girl. It’s been quite a while since I read that book now, and I still remember how I felt after I was done reading it. It felt like I had a 10 lb weight on my chest. Jaq Hazell is an obviously talented author with the ability to make you feel and think things that aren’t always very comfortable. I was even impressed enough with her that I interviewed her for the site.
So, when she started talking about the new book she was working on, I said I’d be quite happy to help her promote it in some form. I knew whatever it was it was probably going to be good. That book, as it turns out, has a very interesting title. Now, I haven’t read this yet, and it looks to be a major change from I Came to Find a Girl, but with a title like My Life as a Bench, I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist it.
My Life as a Bench by Jaq Hazell
‘There are so many benches lining the riverside, each and every one tragic in its own way.’
Ren Miller has died aged seventeen and yet her consciousness lives on, inhabiting her memorial bench by the River Thames in London.
Ren longs to be reunited with her boyfriend Gabe, but soon discovers why he has failed to visit. Devastated, she must learn to break through and talk to the living so she can reveal the truth about her tragic end.
Unique, haunting, and compelling, this is a story about love, friendship, a passion for music and what, if anything, remains after we’ve gone. – Goodreads
Expected Publication Date: May 4th, 2017
Pages: 234 (kindle)
Early reviews are rolling in on My Life as a Bench, and the consensus seems to be that it’s a nicely-paced story with an awesome premise and definitely has the ability to hit you in the feels.
Sneak Peak of My Life as a Bench:
“There’s a bench by the river with my name on it: Lauren Bethany Miller, it says. Only, no one calls me that. It’s Ren — that’s what it should say.
I knew it was wrong as soon as I arrived, having been unloaded from the back of a truck and positioned on some paving stones.
I’m not stopping here, I said.
The workmen – one old, one young and both dressed in yellow high-visibility vests – had placed me between a large beech tree and and old grey bench.
Excuse me, I said. Hello. Weird they couldn’t hear because they were right in front of me reading the plaque that had been fixed to the bench.” – Jaq Hazell
Find out more about Jaq Hazell at her website (jaqhazell.com) and join me in wishing her luck with her newest book: My Life as a Bench!