Blog Tour & Excerpt – Tall Chimneys by Allie Cresswell

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Part of my goal as a reader is to continue to explore a diverse range of titles and share them with others. I love finding new books and authors. Today I am pleased to be sharing an excerpt of Tall Chimneys by Allie Cresswell as part of a blog tour presented by Rachel’s Random Resources.

Tall Chimneys
By Allie Cresswell
Available 12/12/17



Considered a troublesome burden, Evelyn Talbot is banished by her family to their remote country house. Tall Chimneys is hidden in a damp and gloomy hollow. It is outmoded and inconvenient but Evelyn is determined to save it from the fate of so many stately homes at the time – abandonment or demolition.

Occasional echoes of tumult in the wider world reach their sequestered backwater – the strident cries of political extremists, a furore of royal scandal, rumblings of the European war machine. But their isolated spot seems largely untouched. At times life is hard – little more than survival. At times it feels enchanted, almost outside of time itself. The woman and the house shore each other up – until love comes calling, threatening to pull them asunder. 

Her desertion will spell its demise, but saving Tall Chimneys could mean sacrificing her hope for happiness, even sacrificing herself. 

A century later, a distant relative crosses the globe to find the house of his ancestors. What he finds in the strange depression of the moor could change the course of his life forever.
One woman, one house, one hundred years.

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“There are certain human experiences that all writers quail at describing; childbirth, death and sex are three of them. These things are so individual and yet so universal. They are also, often, dramatic peaks in any story. It is almost impossible to depict them in a light that is credible, sensitive, realistic and yet impactful, and many writers fail in their attempt. Thankfully, as a mother, childbirth is something I have experienced for myself, and, while my children were not born as Evelyn’s is, I called on personal experience in describing labour.”

Winter Labour

The light was fading, turning from opaque pearl to smoky amethyst. We went indoors and stoked up the drawing room fire. John went downstairs to make tea, while I arranged all the cushions so as to ease my back and aching legs. Later, John read to me from A Christmas Carol and I stroked my belly, and wondered if the baby could hear the sonorous tone of his voice as he read. The three of us curled up together in the depths of the sofa, and the warmth of the room wrapped itself around us, and the whole house stood sentinel over us in that remote, hidden glen, swathed in mist and clamped by cold, under the dome of the sky and the eye of God.

John still used the upper room of the gatehouse as his studio but he hadn’t spent a night there since his return from the Continent. It seemed a specious fallacy, now, a charade that fooled nobody. We usually slept in the housekeeper’s room, and kept ourselves discreetly and decorously below stairs in all our daily comings and goings, but, that night, when it was time to sleep, we damped down the fire and switched off the lights, and climbed the stairs to Mrs Simpson’s room.

Overnight the temperature rose, the mist dissolved and in the morning the house was bathed in pure, winter sunlight. The lawn and trees sparkled, drenched in dew like diamonds. John opened the curtains and immediately got that look in his eye which I knew presaged creativity.

‘Go and paint,’ I told him, nestling back into the pillows and resting the cup and saucer he had brought me onto my bump. ‘Go, while the light lasts, and paint something glorious.’

He looked at me. ‘I oughtn’t to leave you,’ he demurred.

‘Nonsense,’ I retorted. ‘I’m going to go back to sleep in a moment, so I’ll be no company for you.’

‘Oh, alright,’ he gave in.

I was as good as my word, back asleep within moments; I didn’t even hear the motorcar as it pulled out of the stables and laboured up the slush on the drive. I slept in the filtered sunlight that came in through the half-drawn curtains until midway through the morning when a change in its quality woke me. The blue had been replaced by thin cloud. Above the amphitheatre of the trees I could see it moving, quite quickly, from the east. I got up and drew myself a bath. From its depths I could hear the telephone ringing, but it would have been impossible – and dangerous – for me to try and answer it. I wallowed on, and presently it stopped ringing.

By the time I got downstairs it was midday, and I set about getting together some food to carry up to the gatehouse for John, later. This necessitated a trip to the hot house, where tomatoes were still to be had from the yellowing, spent trusses. On my way I let the chickens out, and collected the eggs – not many, at that time of year, but enough for an omelette for supper, I thought. The hens came out cautiously, eyeing the air, placing tentative feet down on the chill, wet ground. As I re-entered the house I could hear the telephone again, ringing in the butler’s pantry. I dropped the eggs and tomatoes into a handy basket and hurried through, but when I lifted the receiver there was only a click and a buzz like an angry wasp on the line. The only person I could imagine calling was the doctor, and I put a call through to him, but his telephone, too, rang on and on and nobody answered.

I continued to potter round the kitchen; folding laundry which had been drying over the range, getting distracted by a particularly delicious pie which Mrs Greene had sent down for us, opening one of the jars of pickled cabbage from the larder to eat with it. I dried and put away the glassware we’d used the night before. Time passed.

About three o’clock I locked up the hens. They had already retreated into the shelter and warmth of their accommodation, sensing, as I had not, the storm which was imminent. The air outside had turned bluish; the cloud overhead was much thicker, lower, and very dark. As I watched, fat flakes of snow began to float from the sky.

I packed up my basket and made ready for the walk up to the gatehouse. I would have to hurry.

The first pain came as I was bending to lace up my boots. It was sharper and much stronger than I had expected, and not in my back, as Rose had described, but in some hidden and hitherto unsuspected ventricle at my core. I took a sharp intake of breath and sat back on the settle, quelling panic. My instinct was to clench up the place where the pain had been, to resist the sense of prising pressure.

‘Relax,’ I told myself, ‘probably just wind. Shouldn’t have eaten that cabbage.’

But immediately it came again, more insistent, a sense of determined opening, the way I had seen Kenneth kick and rattle at a shed door which has swollen and warped over winter, breaking the seal which time and nature together have fastened shut. At the same time I was conscious of a trickle of warm liquid coming from me.

Clearly, the baby was on its way.

Tall Chimneys - Allie CresswellAuthor Bio

Allie Cresswell was born in Stockport, UK and began writing fiction as soon as she could hold a pencil.

She did a BA in English Literature at Birmingham University and an MA at Queen Mary College, London.

She has been a print-buyer, a pub landlady, a book-keeper, run a B & B and a group of boutique holiday cottages. Nowadays Allie writes full time having retired from teaching literature to lifelong learners.

She has two grown-up children, one granddaughter and two grandsons, is married to Tim and lives in Cumbria, NW England.

Tall Chimneys is the sixth of her novels to be published.

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I would like to thank Rachel and Allie Cresswell for allowing me to participate in the tour today alongside so many other wonderful blogs.

Happy Reading!

Danielle ❤

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The Cottingley Secret by Hazel Gaynor

The Cottingley Secret
By Hazel Gaynor
Publisher: William Marrow
ISBN13: 9780062499844
Pages: 383
Genre: Historical Fiction/Magical Realism


The author of The Girl Who Came Home turns the clock back one hundred years to a time when two young girls from Cottingley, Yorkshire, convinced the world that they had done the impossible and photographed fairies in their garden. Now, in her newest novel, international bestseller Hazel Gaynor reimagines their story.

1917… It was inexplicable, impossible, but it had to be true—didn’t it? When two young cousins, Frances Griffiths and Elsie Wright from Cottingley, England, claim to have photographed fairies at the bottom of the garden, their parents are astonished. But when one of the great novelists of the time, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, becomes convinced of the photographs’ authenticity, the girls become a national sensation, their discovery offering hope to those longing for something to believe in amid a world ravaged by war. Frances and Elsie will hide their secret for many decades. But Frances longs for the truth to be told.

One hundred years later… When Olivia Kavanagh finds an old manuscript in her late grandfather’s bookshop she becomes fascinated by the story it tells of two young girls who mystified the world. But it is the discovery of an old photograph that leads her to realize how the fairy girls’ lives intertwine with hers, connecting past to present, and blurring her understanding of what is real and what is imagined. As she begins to understand why a nation once believed in fairies, can Olivia find a way to believe in herself?

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The Cottingley Secret is an exceptional sort of story that will easily attract an expansive audience with its lyrical prose and hints of warm and whimsical elements of magic.

Told over the course of two alternating timelines, Hazel Gaynor constructs the story of two young girls (Frances and Elsie) from 1917 Cottingley, England who produce photographs of fairies from a nearby beck hoping to convince their parents. In doing so, they inadvertently capture the attention of the one and only, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and create an unexpected sensation during a time of war and hardship. But Frances is succumbing to the mounting pressures of their new-found attention and longs to free herself with the truth.

100 years later, that truth is delivered to Olivia Kavanagh in the form of a manuscript received upon the passing of her grandfather. She also learns she has inherited his bookstore Something Old. As Olivia works to manage the newly acquired shop and reads through Frances’ story, she uncovers a past that is deeply connected to her own. With a little help from an old manuscript, a few new friends and the bookshop, Olivia just might learn something more about herself and what she truly desires in life.

The Cottingley fairies are a subject that I am familiar with to a small extent. I have always been charmed by the story of two young girls convincing a country at war that there was something magical in existence. I am also aware of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s interest as a spiritualist. It is a story that while in hindsight may not supply the same air of magic, at the time managed to deliver a breath of hope and much-needed promise. In that alone, there is something of beauty, and Hazel Gaynor delivers nothing less in The Cottingley Secret.

“There is more to every photograph than what we see-more to the story than the one the camera captures on the plate. You have to look behind the picture to discover the truth.”


                                 Elsie with a gnome.                       Frances with the fairies.

The real splendor that is The Cottingley Secret can be found within Gaynor’s ability to maintain an air of genuine enchantment while examining the truth. She may uncover the reality behind the photographs and how they came into existence, but she utilizes this to explore hope, love, and the promise of something greater. This is where the magic lies.

Character development unfolds slowly through a series of manuscript readings and Olivia’s own personal struggles. This approach feels intimate, encouraging the reader to further explore Olivia and Frances. Gaynor invites the reader into the heart of her characters, immediately establishing a solid bond. Each character is familiar, each encounter emotional.

Seamless transitions in narration and timeline construct a world that is enveloping and engages the senses to the fullest. For a few hours each evening, I was transported to Something Old or the beck in Cottingley. Knowledgable and atmospheric writing carries the reader back in time with incredible ease, allowing a rare glimpse into history that feels almost surreal at moments as we find ourselves wanting to believe. Needing to believe. This is elegantly balanced by the time spent with Olivia as she pieces together the past and finds herself in the process.

We are the sum of those who have touched our lives in one way or another.”

The Cottingley Secret is a book for those who believe in spite of the odds. For those who are young and the young at heart. It is a tale of a magic we each hold within through our own love and hope. Between the pages lies a journey of imagination and heart that will captivate and linger long after the story ends.

*I would like to thank BookSparks and the publisher for this copy. The above review is my own honest, opinion.

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The Heretic’s Daughter ~ Buddy Read

The Heretic’s Daughter
By Kathleen Kent
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
ISBN13: 9780316024488
Pages: 332
Genre: Historical Fiction


Martha Carrier was hanged on August 19th, 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts, unyielding in her refusal to admit to being a witch, going to her death rather than joining the ranks of men and women who confessed and were thereby spared execution. Like her mother, young Sarah Carrier is bright and wilful, openly challenging the small, brutal world in which they live. In this startling novel, she narrates the story of her early life in Andover, near Salem. Her father is a farmer, English in origin, quietly stoical but with a secret history. Her mother is a herbalist, tough but loving, and above all a good mother. Often at odds with each other, Sarah and her mother have a close but also cold relationship, yet it is clear that Martha understands her daughter like no other. When Martha is accused of witchcraft, and the whisperings in the community escalate, she makes her daughter promise not to stand up for her if the case is taken to court. As Sarah and her brothers are hauled into the prison themselves, the vicious cruelty of the trials is apparent, as the Carrier family, along with other innocents, are starved and deprived of any decency, battling their way through the hysteria with the sheer willpower their mother has taught them.


This was a buddy read with Kim @Traveling, Gladly Beyond.  I really enjoyed this title as a shared experience. It offers a lot to discuss (as you will see below), and I would definitely recommend it for book groups. Staying true to the normal approach, we have exchanged 5 questions regarding our time with the book and then I am sharing my final thoughts. You can read Kim’s review here.

Since this is a bit of a discussion, there is always a small potential for spoilers, but I feel this is rather safe.

My Questions for Kim:

1. Did you feel that The Heretic’s Daughter read as historically accurate or detailed? Would it be safe to say that someone who is less familiar with the witch trials could pick this title up and obtain a fair depiction of what history tells us took place?

I keep going back and forth on this one. On one hand, the narrative provides a lot of detail about Martha Carrier’s story and shows how it must have felt while this pivotal historical event was unfolding around the family. On the other hand, it’s hard to get a sense of the scale of what happened in and around Salem in 1692. When it comes down it to, I think that someone unfamiliar with the historical events would find The Heretic’s Daughter to be an intriguing story about an individual family, while someone with more knowledge of the Salem Witch Trials would be able to place the Carriers’ story in the context of history and better understand what they were up against.

2. Often in stories such as this, I find that I need a character who challenges the dated beliefs and concepts. I know that you and I both discussed this desire. Did you find that Martha or her daughter lived up to those expectations?

Martha did that to a degree, though it wasn’t due to the author making a specific effort to make her more modern. Martha Carrier was an outspoken woman in reality. Certain documents from the trial are presented between sections of the story, so readers can see for themselves that she was willing to stand up for what she believed in. I wish there had been more from Martha in the whole narrative, as her willingness to stand up to the church leaders and condemn the lies being told about her was a refreshing change from the other characters, who tended to roll over under the gaze of the church elders, or who were willfully spiteful. I had to admire her willingness to do what she had to in order to save her family, regardless of the cost to herself.

I can’t decide if Sarah’s willfulness was due to her challenging the beliefs of her time, or if it was due to her being a child. She was very much her mother’s daughter in most respects, but lacked some Martha’s fearlessness. Much of that was, I think, due to her age. She was only about ten years old through most of the book, and I don’t expect a girl of her age to have the necessary experience to be able to stand up and defy her elders the way Martha did.

3.How did you feel about the slower narration on a personal level? Did it contribute to the setting or did the slower pace hinder your experience?

I go back and forth on this one, too. There were times where the slower pace helped me get a better understanding of characters like Martha and Sarah, and I enjoyed the relationship between Sarah and her cousin. But when it came to some long passages about Thomas Carrier (Sarah’s father), I started to get bored. I wasn’t as interested in him, and I wondered why there was so much said about him when the point of the book was intended to be about Martha and Sarah.

At other times, though, like in the prison scenes, the slowness of the narrative helped me to get a sense of how dull and miserable the days were for the prisoners who were locked up in the cellar with little to no hope of a reprieve.

4. Martha and Sarah seemed to have a strained relationship at the best of times. How do you feel that their relationship evolved as a result of Martha’s decisions to maintain her innocence?

I think Martha’s decision inspired Sarah to be more courageous in the ways that a girl or woman of her time and place could be. The version of Sarah who emerged from the end of the book would have the strength to look any accuser in the eye and not blink, and would speak truth to power when that power was trying to tell lies about her.

Martha also taught Sarah about a mother’s love. Children don’t always appreciate when a mother has to be hard on them or discipline them. They just see a grown-up who doesn’t understand their situation. As the story progressed, though, Sarah gained insight about Martha and began to realize why she kept her secrets or refused to confess to the crimes she was accused of, so Sarah could step into her mother’s shoes. In the moment when Sarah held her head up and declared, “I am my mother’s daughter”, it felt like everything Martha had done paid off. Perhaps Martha wouldn’t be there to watch her daughter grow to be a woman, but she gave Sarah the tools she would need to stand tall in every circumstance.

5. Did you walk away from anything of significance during your time with the book that you feel might still be relevant in today’s world?

Absolutely. The Salem Witch Trials were a dark spot in the history of early America when people allowed fear and superstition to overcome their reason and sent so many innocent people to their deaths. The same thing happens over and over. Whenever something bad happens people search for a culprit, and casting blame on someone who is different– whether they’re innocent or guilty– is easy for a mob to do. It’s hard to step back, take a breath, and think about the situation and find the right answer in the heat of the moment. It’s even harder to be like Martha Carrier and openly point out the lies that authority figures might promote in order to save their own skin or provide an answer that will satisfy a senseless mob. We don’t have to look very hard at our own history to find examples of this– McCarthyism of the 1950s, the Japanese internment camps of WWII, or people blaming refugees for anything that might be going wrong.

If The Heretic’s Daughter has any sort of lesson to impart, it’s that we should try to be like Martha Carrier and promote truth, no matter the cost.

Kim’s Questions for Me:

1. Given that, in many cases, the property of people accused of or executed for witchcraft was confiscated, do you think the judges truly believed the witnesses’ accusations, or were they motivated by greed?

There definitely seemed to be several underlying motivational factors for the accusations occurring within The Heretic’s Daughter. I felt greed was among them for sure and struggled with the idea of confiscating family property. It was unjust on multiple levels. I do admit however, that the majority of the motivation reeked of a form of twisted revenge and hatred towards those the accusers felt had wronged or slighted them in some manner. The entire process was transparent and angering.

2. The author, Kathleen Kent, spent quite a lot of time on the story of Sarah’s father, Thomas Carrier. In the afterword, she mentions that she was planning to write a book about Thomas’s early life (it has since been published, and is titled ‘The Wolves of Andover’). Did you find that all this talk about Thomas was necessary to the story, or did it feel like a setup for Kent’s next book?

I have to say that I felt Thomas contributed very little to the story as a whole. In fact, his character and his complacency angered me. I am leaning towards his emphasis as more of a segue to the next book. He didn’t work well for me. Honestly, I would not be inclined to read his story.

3. Given that the synopsis of The Heretic’s Daughter placed a heavy emphasis on Martha and Sarah’s relationship, do you feel that their relationship was fully developed, or did other relationships rival it in importance?

This is a tough question for myself. In the first half of the book I felt there was a lack of relationship between mother and daughter that felt almost disconnected. Martha was presented as a hardened woman with little interest in building a significant connection with Sarah and her children. But as the story progressed and she began to confide in Sarah, there was a growth in their bond that I found to be of great importance. Sadly, it almost came to late for me. I am still on the fence about this, but feel the synopsis implies much more than was actually delivered in terms of their relationship.

4. How did you react to the racist descriptions of Native Americans that pop up throughout the story?

I struggled in a great way with the amount of racial slurs and depictions occurring, particularly in the first half of the story. But after reminding myself of the time and how dated the story was, I came to terms with the authenticity the author was establishing. So I was eventually able to respect her decision to remain true to the era and story. I think that it is important to keep in mind why author’s must implement harsher elements such as this if the wish to produce historical fiction that feels accurate.

5. Were you intrigued enough by The Heretic’s Daughter to read the follow-up book about Thomas and Martha’s early lives, The Wolves of Andover?

I really enjoyed The Heretic’s Daughter but will not be making the decision to continue at this time. I think the witch trials fascinate me enough to have captured my attention, but I do not believe Martha and Thomas’ story would.

My Final Thoughts..

While The Heretic’s Daughter is a worthwhile read that I recommend to anyone who finds an interest in historical fiction or the witch trials, it is not without its own struggles. The bleakness and slow pacing, while contributing effectively to the setting, create an uphill read at times. This is a book that is best to pick up when you feel like committing to something heavier. The elements of injustice and outdated beliefs will challenge most readers. You must keep the time period and events firmly in grasp and be able to admire the author’s ability to provide something authentic and genuine even when it is unpleasant, difficult or even tedious. You will find no fluff or sugar-coating between the pages, nor will you find something thrilling. The real horror lies within the truth of the events that unfolded surrounding the trials.

I would highly recommend reading this in a group or as a buddy read. I feel that an ongoing discussion adds very beneficial insight. Sharing thoughts with Kim and creating and answering the above questions greatly enhanced my experience with The Heretic’s Daughter.

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