How Far We fall – Jane Shemilt #blogtour

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I’m thrilled to be on the blog tour today for How Far We Fall written by Jane Shemilt and published by Penguin Books. Many thanks to Jenny Platt for organising the blog tour.

The perfect couple
Meeting Albie gave Beth a fresh start – a chance to leave her past behind. Now she has her new husband; an ambitious, talented young neurosurgeon.

The perfect marriage
Their marriage gives Beth the safe haven she’s always wanted – with just one catch. Albie has no idea of the secrets she’s keeping. He doesn’t know that years ago, Beth had an affair with Ted, the boss helping Albie’s star ascend. Nor that the affair’s devastating ending will have consequences for their own future.

The perfect storm
So when Ted’s generous patronage begins to sour, Beth senses everything she’s built could crumble. And she sees an opportunity. To satisfy Albie’s ambitions, and her own obsessive desire for revenge . . .

She’ll keep her marriage and her secret safe. But how far will the fall take them?


While working as a GP, Jane Shemilt completed a postgraduate diploma in Creative Writing at Bristol University and went on to study for the MA in Creative Writing at Bath Spa, gaining both with distinction. Her first novel, Daughter, was selected for the Richard & Judy Book Club, shortlisted for the Edgar Award and the Lucy Cavendish Fiction Prize, and went on to become the bestselling debut novel of 2014. She and her husband, a professor of neurosurgery, have five children and live in Bristol.

BLOG CONTENT – Prologue; Hampstead Heath
At twilight, London has a fairground glitter. At this distance, the small streets and rows of houses fade from view. The graffiti and the gangs, the drunks and marauders, the foxes at the rubbish bins, everything vanishes in the dusk. What you see is not what you get, what you see is less than half of it. There are women, four of them gathered together under the trees. They share a joint; light slides along a silver piercing, highlights the tip of a nose, guilds tattoos. They don’t talk much; they don’t need too. The plans were laid years ago. It’s a question of timing. It’s a question of life and death, especially life. What they will save, and who they won’t. They huddle and whisper; ruin is in the air. Smoke rises from their mouths. Their dogs are restive, their wet coats stink. They pull at their leads, anxious to be off. Wait, they are told. Your turn will come. London glitters, a web smudged by weather.

If you would like to follow the How Far We Fall Blog Tour, you can do so at the following dates:
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