No squirrel wants to be Without Alice

It was such a beautiful day today that I was desperate to get outside and enjoy the sunshine. Kaff has towers of TBR books (that stands for To-Be-Read, how well am I getting into this literary speak, eh?), so I clambered up, only knocking out a couple of volumes on my way, and filched this promising-looking book from the top of the pile. Without Alice is the debut novel of DJ Kirkby, one of Kaff’s Twitter pals. Having met the lovely lady in London in May, I wanted to read her book, especially as Kaff is promising to take me to the book’s London launch in October.

As soon as they got wind of me going outside, of course, the crew wanted to come, too. I managed to persuade the chipmunks to stay indoors and guard the nut stash but Fluffy, Patch, Squashy, Leo and Hotty all came out onto the patio with me.

As you can see, we all became engrossed in the story and enjoyed our time in the sun. It’s so much lovelier spending time outside with a good book than reading indoors, isn’t it? And Without Alice is certainly a good book. A very good book. I’m thoroughly enjoying it so far.

*Btw, just between you and me, I have to admit that I don’t think much of the cover model, so I have offered my services to Denyse for her next book.

You can find out more about Without Alice and buy it exclusively from the Punked Books website. It doesn’t go on general sale until October. You can also join in the discussion on the Without Alice FaceBook page . To find out more about DJ Kirkby, visit her Author Website or DJ Kirkby’s Blog .

A squirrel is not just for Christmas…

All I wanted for Christmas... was another squirrel

So Christmas Day was fabulous. My nut store runneth over. I hope Santa Squizzey could read your writing and brought you all you hoped and wished for this Christmas, too. I had a fun day spent with Kaff and her rellies, odd bunch but fairly squirrel-friendly, apart from Bertie, the dog.

On Boxing Day we headed north to the heady heights of Valleys to see Geek-boy’s parents and spend some time with them. There was more present exchanging and  imagine my surprise when this little fella started to fight his way out of the wrapping paper. I had thought our squirrel crew complete and Geek-boy wanted reassurances that this was the case. So to be scuppered by his own mother must be truly gutting. Hottie – not my first choice of name but that’s what he came labeled as – seems very forthright and chatty and I may have to watch this one. He has delusions of power, methinks, and I will have to watch that he doesn’t try and muscle in on my cushy Kingdom.

Oh, don’t give me that, “But Squizz, he looks sweet and I’m sure you’re being paranoid” rubbish. The little fella has been in his new home for all of 30 minutes and he is already snuggled in amongst my crew in my usual position and telling me that I can go upstairs and ‘play’ on the computer, he’ll look after things downstairs and protect the nut stash and amuse my crew. I smell a very tricky rodent, which is just what I didn’t need this holiday with my stuffing reserves depleted and being in need of a good rest and not at all in a position to overcome an attempted coup. Life is never easy, is it?