Chuck and Joey meet in a bar. He’s in his mid-thirties; she’s twelve years younger. He’s long abandoned his ambition of becoming a novelist and now works as a copywriter at a big ad agency. 'Lead copywriter,' he corrects himself. Joey lives paycheck to paycheck on her barista wages and privately dreams of making it as a poet. They go back to Chuck’s luxury flat—a world away from Joey’s cramped house-share, the crumbs in her bed. Soon, Joey’s imagining a future between them, and Chuck’s moving on from a major change in his recent past. Amazing, how meeting a new person can make you feel so new. Two tortured, unlikable artists at different phases of giving up; one who left their dreams behind for a corporate job, and one still holding onto the bohemian mess of a barista/poet life. Despite their very different lives, Joey and Chuck find something in each other that they need, even if they aren't really sure what that is yet. Both of them have fallen prey to the chaos of mode...
There is so, so much more to British culture than football violence, queueing and imported tea. There are so many beautiful traditions and tales that are lost to time; back to the Cymrian, Celtic, Scots and pagan roots of the British Isles — stories of goddesses who were revered, respected, feared and loved but forgotten whether by force or time. No Fair Maiden reclaims these stories, reminding us that there’s a reason we call it Mother Earth At the authors own admission, while the stories included were researched, there is also a storytelling element so the way these old folktales and legends are presented within so I’d encourage any reader to keep researching any tales that resonate. Willis tells each tale in a manner that almost requires a crackling bonfire to accompany it, told with wonder and awe, with beautiful rich storytelling that captures that magnificence these legends once held. We go between beautiful telling of these stories, to deeply personal anecdotes about ...