Another busy day here at TWG – thank you for joining me! First up is an extract from ‘Envy’ by Amanda Robson. Thank you to Avon Books for the blog tour invite. Before I share the extract with you all, here is a little bit more about the book itself. Enjoy!
She wants your life – and she’ll do anything to get it…
Erica has always wanted to be exactly like her neighbour, Faye: beautiful, thin, and a mother. But Faye’s life isn’t as perfect as it seems – she has a terrible secret, and slowly but surely, it is threatening to destroy her and everything she holds dear.
When Faye’s daughter Tamsin goes missing after school, the police turn to Erica. But is Erica the only one who has been enviously watching Faye? Or is there another threat hiding in the shadows…?
Saturday morning. On my own for the weekend as Mouse has gone to see his dad. His
dad’s name is Angus. Angus is tall, much taller than Mouse. Handsome, like a grey-haired
Robbie Williams, with a ready smile and a rectangular face. Mouse looks a bit like him but not quite. Everything about Mouse is not quite. His problems really messed him up when he was younger, but now he is thirty, after special schooling and help from his father, he has learnt to cope with living in society. He recognises signs of emotions now. He understands how he needs to respond to comply. He has a raw honesty in his reactions that I find refreshing.
Saturday morning. Up super-early. Yoghurt and fruit for breakfast. Out for my run.
I count to ten, take a deep breath and start. Fifty paces walking slowly, watching my legs
wobble as I move. Fifty paces walking quickly, heart beginning to pound. Running next,
breathing quickly. The running hasn’t killed me yet. Walking again, the fat on my legs
vibrating. Quickly, quickly, heart pulsating. Running again, stabbing pains lacerating my
sternum. A stitch-like pain like an iron staple to the right of my groin making me bend over as I walk. How am I going to make it twice around the park?
Visualise. Visualise. I try to picture my rolls of fat. Visualise. That is what it says in my self-help book. I visualise the rolls of fat that circle my back. The lumps of cellulite nestling on mybuttocks. The loose skin folds on my inner thighs. Visualising.
Forty-nine. Fifty. Walk fast. One, two, three . . . Jogging, jogging around the park.