Today is my stop on the blog tour for The Postcard by Zoe Folbigg. I have been a huge fan of Zoe because of her last book The Note so I was so excited to read The Postcard!
For someone who loves to read romance, this ticks all the boxes for me. It is so humorous with characters that are so loveable. It is extremely romantic which I just love so much! I have a huge smile on my face after finish reading it and I just want more of Maya and James. This is a book that will make you feel so good! I highly recommend it.
Today I have an extract you. Hope you enjoy and make sure to check out The Postcard!
The sequel to the bestselling phenomenon The Note – based on the true story of one girl and her ‘Train Man’…
A year after the kiss that brought them together in a snowy train-station doorway, Maya and James are embarking on another journey – this time around the world.
The trip starts promisingly, with an opulent and romantic Indian wedding. But as their travels continue, Maya fears that ‘love at first sight’ might not survive trains, planes and tuk tuks, especially when she realises that what she really wants is a baby, and James doesn’t feel the same.
‘So, we’re starting in India, and then travelling to Thailand and through Vietnam, Laos – maybe Cambodia – Indonesia, Australia…’
But Nena’s eyes are firmly on her daughter’s back. She needs this burp to come up before Ava starts crying and fretting, and before Nena does the same during another fraught evening and night ahead.
James trails off.
‘Here,’ says Nena as she stands, defeated, thrusting Ava towards James over the coffee table. ‘I can’t get her to burp – can you give it a go?’
‘We’re out of milk!’ groans Tom, poking his head around the door again.‘I’m just popping to Sainsbury’s.’ ‘I’ll come with you,’ says James, bouncing up out of the armchair and forcing Nena to hold on to Ava, who
lets out a huge burp over the fraisier cake. ‘Thank god she didn’t puke on it,’ laughs Tom.
He and James put on their coats and head out into the dark December afternoon before Nena and Maya have a chance to shout, ‘Bye!’
‘That went well,’ laughs Nena.
Maya had noticed how uncomfortable James looked as he jumped up and threw on his navy peacoat and she can feel Nena’s tired eyes boring into her right now, so she keeps her gaze firmly on Arlo.
‘How’s school then, buddy? You getting on OK in Reception?’
‘Yeth,’ lisps Arlo. ‘My best friends are Loota and Miss Telly.’
‘Loota? That’s an interesting name.’
‘Lu-ca – ca, ca, with a curly ca,’ says Nena kindly. ‘Lu-ca and Miss K-k-kelly.’
‘Lu-ta,’ Arlo tries.
Nena doesn’t want to push it. She loves being Arlo’s stepmum and they have a brilliant relationship, so she can see that if she says it again it might knock his confidence.
‘So, tell me again,’ says Nena, still standing while she places Ava into the crook of her shoulder and rubs her back. ‘I wasn’t really listening.’
‘I know,’ Maya says, giving an understanding smile. ‘India first. Then where?’
‘It’s OK, we’ll send you postcards.’
Nena looks a little crestfallen. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve just got so much going on with all…’ Nena gestures to the baby.
Maya feels bad that she’s made Nena feel bad, so she tries to make it right. ‘No, no, no, it’s fine. I don’t know how you manage it. A five-year-old and a newborn! You’re doing amazingly.’
Nena shrugs as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. ‘Yeah, but Arlo’s with Kate and Patrick most of the week, I don’t even have to do a school run. Perhaps if I did, then I’d make it out of my pyjamas…’
‘Yes, but what fine pyjamas they are…’ admires Maya, stroking Nena’s faded oversized Levi’s T-shirt with baby sick on the shoulder.
She has a point. Only Nena could make the tired- new-mum-look chic. Her T-shirt is tied in a knot above her soft belly, where a brown line runs down brown skin; her marl shorts don’t look that dissimilar to her usual off-duty dancer look of leggings, long skirts and sweatshirts over vests or one bare shoulder. Her long, straight, jet-black hair is shinier and fuller than ever thanks to the hormone surge, and she hasn’t started the new-mum shed yet. And her make-up-free face looks tired yet youthful; her huge eyes shine less brightly than usual, but they are stark and beautiful.
Nena changes the subject. She doesn’t like talking about herself any more. ‘So, how’s it going with Train Man? Do you think you can handle a whole year of just the two of you?’
Maya has been asked this question a lot lately. By her sister Clara, by her old workmates at FASH, by her new baking buddies from Pastry School, although not all of them still call him Train Man.
‘You can call him James, you know.’
‘I know, old habits…’
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