Monday 31 January 2022

The Helsingør Sewing Club by Ella Gyland #BlogTour

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"I had to do something, get involved, take a stand, even if it turned out to be futile.

I knew I was about to cross a threshold from which there could be no return, but I couldn't stand idly by when I had an opportunity to do something, however small my involvement". 

"It was as if a window had opened into a part of her life, the kind you never imagined your grandparents to have had because to you they were just, well, old."

At the heart of The Helsingør Sewing Club by Ella Gyland lie the tragic secrets, untold for several decades. The story is inspired by the real events of the WWII.

This emotionally charged story is set in a dual timeline: Helsingor of 1943 and Copenhagen in 2018.

The Prologue takes us to the devastating September days of 1943. David Nathan, a Law student, attends the synagogue, when their rabbi shares the terrible news that the Gestapo will come and arrest all Danish Jews. Until then, "despite being under German occupation, Denmark had more or less been able to carry on as normal, with their own government and their own laws."

David wonders "what the consequences of that might be for him and others like him". He is worried about his frail mother who is in the hospital. It is not the first time she would have to flee. She was a teenager when she escaped the pogroms, it has deeply affacted her and she has never truly recovered from it.

Copenhagen, 2018:

We meet Cecilie Lund as she is saying Goodbye to the flat of her late grandmother Inger Jensen, getting it ready for the house clearance company. Looking through her things, Cecilie is missing her Mormor. "She'd never known anyone to embrace life as wholeheartedly as Inger Jensen had. Her grandmother had lived for the present and taken things as they came, tackling life's ups and downs with common sense and a willingless to roll up her sleeves if required".

Cecilie is recently divorced, and still not able to process her grief. Her husband has left her because she is not able to have children. His casual cruelty has hurt her badly, she is unbalanced and angry. "The death of her grandmother, Inger, had provided Cecilie with an opportunity to focus on something other than her own self-pity".

Clearing out the cellar, she finds a cigar box with jewels. Why was it hidden away? "Inger Jensen had had a few secrets, had perhaps hidden more from her family than her illness and the cigar box in the cellar. What they were, Cecilie couldn't even begin to fathom, and her grandmother couldn't tell her now".

We travel back in time again, to the period of the German occupation. Young Inger Bredhal goes to live with her relatives in Helsingør. 

Inger's cousin Gudrun and her friend Bodil soon become close. They are different in personalities and temperament. 

Gudrun is passionate and impulsive, to the point of recklessness. She resents the Nazis and is very pro-active. Her boyfriend, fisherman Niels, shares her sentiments and ardour.

Bodil is a shy, vulnerable girl, who is systemtically abused by her violent father. At the dances she meets a German soldier Oskar who seems to be courteous, gentle, and sympathetic. Nobody has ever treated her with such consideration. But he is the enemy. How can you fall in love with the enemy? Torn between her romantic feelings and loyalty to her country, Bodil is racked with guilt.

Helsingør is a small community. When the Jews flee from Copenhagen, the news spread quickly among the locals. 

There is an incredible scene, when the local priest tells his parishioners that he has a pastoral letter from the bishop, which has been sent to all of the country's priests. It says, "Wherever Jews are persecuted on racial or religious grounds, it is the duty of the Christian Church to protest against it... The Church must protest because the persecution of Jews goes againts the view of humanity and neighbourly love that follows from the message that the Church of Jesus Christ is here to profess. Any human life is precious in the eyes of God". Such a strong dignified message. 

And the Danes around the country take this message to their hearts. They begin to openly oppose the occupation. "Denmark's Jewish population had long been thoroughly integrated into society, with some members of the Jewish community having risen to prominence. Because of this, most Danes perceived the Nazis' action against Denmark's Jews as an affront to all Danes, and rallied to the protection of their countrymen". Ordinary Danes opened their doors in solidarity to the refugees.

Inger's aunt Marie says, "For us this is the right thing to do. The Germans have no right to come here and tell us who's Dane and who isn't. It goes against the grain with us".

Inger joins the underground resistance. Alongside her friends and colleagues, she risks her life to save members of the Jewish community, helping them to escape to Sweden. She is scared, and doesn't know who to trust, or who might inadverently say something to the wrong person.

"The more you knew, the more you exposed the ones you loved, and the more you loved, the more you stood to lose. But someone had to make a stand, whatever the cost. I owed it to my country and all those suffering at the hands of the Germans".

As Cecilie reads the diary of her grandmother, which reveals the long-held secrets, she sees her in a new light, not just as a family matriarch, but a courageous and brave person, who's sacrificed a lot for her principles and freedom of her fellow countrymen. 

She discovers that the name of the group, The Helsingør Sewing Club, was meant as a codeword, in case the phones of the members of the group were tapped. "The idea was that they would simply be referring to their wives' sewing circle as these were quite common at the time".

Reading the diary also helps Cecilie to look at her life from a different perspective and stop feeling like a victim.

Will Cecilie find inner peace and reconcile with her circumstances? Is there a possibility of a new love for her? 


Ella Gyland creates a captivating narrative, where the hidden secrets from the past are revealed, slowly and perceptively. The author brings to life the epoch, landscapes, social mores and daily rhythms of life during the war. This is an absorbing, emotional tale, with memorable female protagonists who stand up for what is right.

This beautiful poignant novel made me think about my own grandmothers, both of whom were under the German occupation in the southern regions of Russia. They never talked about it later, as if trying to bury the memories. 

The Helsingør Sewing Club is an evocative, eloquent novel, an unsentimental tale of courage and the power of the human spirit.


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Author Bio – Originally from Denmark, I have lived in London for many years, surrounded by my family, cats, books and the Scandinavian hygge I try to create everywhere I go. As a linguist I love playing with words and language, and I am addicted to story-telling. I also believe strongly in social responsibility and sustainable living.

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Twitter: Ella/Henriette Gyland, @henrigyland

Website: https://henriettegyland.wordpress.com/ 


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Storytellers by Bjørn Larssen (book excerpt) #BlogTour

 

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I'm incredibly excited to be able to share with you a book excerpt from one of my favourite books, Storytellers by Bjørn Larssen. This is an absolutely beautiful novel, atmospheric and evocative. It conjures up a strong sense of place and time. Bjørn's storytelling skills are special, his style is inimitable, witty and distinctive.

Storytellers

Would you murder your brothers to keep them from telling the truth about themselves?

On a long, cold Icelandic night in March 1920, Gunnar, a hermit blacksmith, finds himself with an unwanted lodger – Sigurd, an injured stranger who offers a story from the past. But some stories, even those of an old man who can barely walk, are too dangerous to hear. They alter the listeners' lives forever… by ending them.

Others are keen on changing Gunnars life as well. Depending on who gets to tell his story, it might lead towards an unwanted marriage, an intervention, rejoining the Church, letting the elf drive him insane, or succumbing to the demons in his mind. Will he manage to write his own last chapter?

Bjørn Larssens award-winning, Amazon #1 best selling novel is an otherworldly, emotive Icelandic saga – a story of love and loneliness, relief and suffering, hatred… and hope.

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Author Bio 

Bjørn Larssen is a Norse heathen made in Poland, but mostly located in a Dutch suburb, except for his heart which he lost in Iceland. Born in 1977, he self-published his first graphic novel at the age of seven in a limited edition of one, following this achievement several decades later with his first book containing multiple sentences and winning awards he didnt design himself. His writing is described as dark’ and literary, but he remains incapable of taking anything seriously for more than 60 seconds.

Bjørn has a degree in mathematics and has worked as a graphic designer, a model, a bartender, and a blacksmith (not all at the same time). His hobbies include sitting by open fires, dressing like an extra from Vikings, installing operating systems, and dreaming about living in a log cabin in the north of Iceland. He owns one (1) husband and is owned by one (1) neighbourhood cat.


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Bjørn tells his readers,

When I started working on Storytellers, I didn’t know yet it would be set in Iceland. I already knew, though, that it would be about a small community, claustrophobic rather than cosily tight-knit. One where the only person who believes something to be secret is the one who doesn’t know everyone else talks about it openly behind their back.

Klettafjörður, the Icelandic village that became the book’s setting, established itself as more and more people built houses near each other. It wasn’t just about geographical proximity, though, but the roles that needed casting. The gossip hub, for instance, used to be the inn, but when prohibition was introduced and the inn closed down the local store’s owner, Anna, gladly took over. Brynhildur, her daughter, is much less happy with her role, which is that of her mother’s spinster daughter who failed to land a man.

As it happens, technically there is an eligible bachelor around, Gunnar. Unfortunately, he’s the local outcast. What, how, why, or when that happened is hard to say… those days are about to come to an end, though. True, he’s a dirty, smelly, drunken blacksmith. But… if it were to turn out that he had more money than he appears to have… Brynhildur would be more than happy to fix those problems. It’s time for Gunnar to clean up his act, join the Church, become a respectable citizen – and, of course, get married. Gunnar’s opinion on any of those things is not required.

 

 

Anna and her daughter Brynhildur were busy having a fight.

What you are wearing is not only inappropriate, but will also give you pneumonia,huffed Anna. Youve got goosebumps all over your forearms. Put on a sweater.Brynhildur, who made her dresses and blouses herself, seemed to enjoy exposing her cleavage to the burning cold. The large cross pendant did nothing to disperse unclean thoughts.

A sweater over this dress is going to look… inappropriate.

“No, now you look inappropriate. Give this to me.Anna twisted a thick knit shawl around Brynhildurs neck and secured it with a heavy green brooch from the unsold foreverbox. “Here.”

Youre still treating me like Im a child,complained her daughter. “I’m a grown up, I can take care of myself.She removed the shapeless brooch and untangled herself from the shawl, trying to look resolute.

Funny,said Anna. At your age I was already married for five years. And your sister got married at the age of twenty-seven, same as me. Happy as a pig in mud. Maybe you take care of yourself too well. Give me that.She started wrapping Brynhildur in the shawl again.

Its not my fault that Ásta is so egotistic. It was my turn. Since when are you pleased about her marrying the merchants son? She betrayed us!

Do not raise your voice at me,huffed Anna, securing the brooch. Dont you dare take this off. You dont get to marry someone because it’s ‘your turn. You need to give them reasons to think you would make a good wife. Put on a nice warm hat.She was rummaging through the unsold foreverbox again.

I dont want a hat, it will ruin my braids. I dont care what they think, as long as they notice me!

Anna turned away from the box sharply and hit her daughter with a fierce glare.

“I’m sorry I shouted,said Brynhildur, demonstratively pulling the shawl tighter. “I’m just trying to look warm and welcoming,she continued, then shivered involuntarily. But its like they are afraid of me…

Theyre not afraid,huffed her mother. They think youre a hussy. All these powders, lipstick and whatnot are only going to get everyone to talk about you. And not in a nice way.She pulled a beige woollen hat with pom-poms out of the box. Here. Wear this.

That doesnt fit my complexion.Brynhildur pushed away her mother’s insistent hands.

As long as you live in my house, youre going to do what I tell you. Stop moving!

Brynhildur’s lower lip began to tremble slightly just as the doorbell rang. Both women, completely enmeshed in their fight, turned to look at the customer. Their facial expressions were identical: eyes wide open, mouth agape, as if shocked that someone could actually enter the store.

Gunnar, who – as always – tried to open the door so softly the bell wouldnt make a sound, and – as always – failed, froze as well. His heart leapt into his throat, beating faster and harder. Four identical eyes the colour of grass in October stared at him, unblinking. Gunnars hand convulsively jumped towards the flask in the inside pocket of his coat, he took half a step back and bumped into a shelf. A cookbook fell next to his head and made all three jump. Anna withdrew swiftly towards the back of the store, leaving her daughter to deal with the blacksmith.

He’s a bachelor, Brynhildur remembered. An unusually warm smile brightened her face, and her hand absent-mindedly started fiddling with the brooch. As Gunnar squatted clumsily to pick up the book, Brynhildur took in the sight of his wide shoulders. “Gunnar, dear!” When the blacksmith straightened up, she couldnt help but notice his eyes were gentle and displayed vulnerability. Good news, we sold your roses, so Ive got some money for you. Bring us more roses, dear. People come here and ask for them and they get angry when I say we dont have any at the moment. Theyre very popular decorations for graves.An artist, she thought, creative, perhaps a bit moody, but talented. A drunk, true, but that was fixable…

Ah,said the blacksmith, whose imagination presented him with the image of a rose-adorned gravestone with his name on it. “I’ll, eh, see what I can do. I need some things…He touched the 100 kronur in his pocket, and blushed. Brynhildurs unblinking stare always made him think about birds of prey. Perhaps he could make do with his old clothes for a bit longer.

Yes?she urged him.

I need, I need… newspapers. And a mattress–

“Oh my gosh! You’re in luck, imagine, Helga just died!enthused Brynhildur, then quickly cast a look towards her mother. I mean,she continued in very different tone, of course, its very sad and unfortunate… You know Helga? The one with the cats? Used to own the inn? She lives, I mean lived, down the street, on the corner…

“Aye,” said Gunnar. He didnt know Helga. What about her?

Well… she died recently and she lived alone. Theres a list of things the family are getting rid of, here, in the window. There should be a mattress, if its not sold yet. They might still have some chairs too, maybe a sofa…

Gunnar shuddered at the idea of buying other unnecessary furniture. He was already dealing with more than enough changes in his own homestead. Just a mattress. And pillows, if they have them. And blankets. Goodbye.

Just a minute,said Brynhildur quickly, her voice pitched a bit higher than she intended. You can buy blankets here too, new ones! I just thought Id mention it for your convenience. And your newspapers! Ive got the old ones here for you. Anything else?The brooch she was fiddling with finally opened, and the shawl fell to the ground. The only person that noticed was Anna, who managed to remain silent by pressing her lips together so firmly that they formed a thin, white line. Gunnar let go of the door handle, then reluctantly turned back towards Brynhildur. A hot ball of dread sat inside his chest and it would remain there until he had a chance to ingest some medication.

Aye… current newspapers, too.

Oh? Anything in particular?

Just, eh… one of each.

How nice! Er… why?

Interested,he said. In, um, news. Who knows what could be happening in the world.

Not even Brynhildur’s expertise at extricating information from customers was enough to find the reason for Gunnars newfound interest in the worlds welfare. She did, however, manage to liberate him from all the money he had earned through the sale of roses. The moment the door shut, she immediately turned towards Anna. Imagine!she gasped. What do you think this means?

What it means,erupted Anna, is that you are not only a hussy, but also blind and stupid. For Gunnar? He stinks, for God’s sake! He’s constantly drunk. And look what hes wearing…

There is no shame in not being rich…” Brynhildur’s voice died out. Anna shook her head, looking at the blush slowly colouring her daughters face. Brynhildur squatted to pick up the shawl. “I’m cold,she said meekly. Would you perhaps be able to help me with this brooch, Mother?

“I’m not as stupid as you think,scoffed Anna, tightening the shawl a bit too much. If you want to live with a dirty, smelly, poor alcoholic, suit yourself…

I wonder,Brynhildur said, thoughtfully, why would the doctor and his wife take so long to conceive? Her being, you know, the doctors wife and everything? Not that I am suggesting they had any problems, of course.

Stay away from Gunnar Karlsson is all I am saying…Her mothers eyes softened. Of course they didnt have any problems. Although it is very interesting indeed, and perhaps I could visit her mother and ask. But have you seen her? She has such a pretty glow, she must be so happy! And it will be such a lucky child, having Brynjólf as a father…

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Many thanks to Bjørn Larssen and Rachel's Random Resources for inviting me to take part in the blog tour for this exceptional book!

And here is my review of Storytellers.

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Thursday 27 January 2022

The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl by AnneMarie Brear


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"The very thought gave her palpitations of the heart. A man such as he shouldn't look twice at her. Yet, he had. He had looked more than twice at her when she'd met him by the beck, out walking in the field and then again just now. A man of his standing had no need to concern himself with the likes of her. So, what did it mean?"

"My dreams are as varied as the flowers in our garden. There are times when I never want to leave the cottage and then there are times when I wonder what it would be like to explore the world as you did."
 

The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl by AnneMarie Brear is a Victorian historical romance set in Yorkshire in 1850. This engaging historical family saga, a tale of love, family secrets and loyalties, is filled with hope and resolve.

Annabelle lives in a secluded little cottage on the outskirts of the village of Hartledale near York, with Widow Wallis who adopted her as a baby. She thinks of her home as a little piece of paradise, as the cottage is bordering the wide pastures, and has a well-cultivated herb garden.

Widow Wallis and her ward grow medicinal herbs in their garden, to sell to the village shops. "Widow Wallis saved many of them [villagers] from death or aided them in sickness, delivered their babies into the world, or healed their injuries with her doctoring ways". Annabelle is slowly learning some of her ways to heal. She understand the medicinal properties of herbs and can do tonics, but she is not involved in the more challenging medical practices like her Ma.

Annabelle is twenty two, and by the standards of the young women in the village she is late to be married. A local shepherd Dickie is trying to court her. He is kind and sweet, has a secure position on the Hartley estate and would make a good husband. Ma encourages her to marry Dickie to secure her future, but Annabelle hesitates. "The thought of being married to Dickie didn't fill her with joy, and it should, for she liked him a lot. He was her best friend... but none of it was enough for her to promise herself to him".

A chance encounter with John Hartley, the wealthy estate owner who is back from his travels abroad, sets her heart aflutter. She is flattered by his attentions, but is also feeling confused. "She understood the class divide between them. She was a girl from the village and he a man born to money and privilege. He'd travelled to different countries and she'd only gone as far as York and Harrogate".

When a tragedy strikes, Annabelle has to rethink her future options. "Ma had been her rock, the rudder to steer her through life. From now on she was alone and the idea was unimaginable". While the villagers had a full respect and trust in Widow Wallis, they don't believe her young ward is able to step into her shoes. Annabelle is on the point of losing her home and livelihood, when the events of one stormy night will change her life forever.

As the storm is raging and the darkness blackens the windows, there's a bang against her front door which makes her jump. A young woman, heavy with child, is on her doorstep. Annabelle recognises the woman. It is Lady Eliza Hartley. Eliza insists on staying in the cottage to give birth, and forbids Annabelle from calling for help. She says that no one must know she is there. She has nowhere to go, and cannot confide in her family. As an unmarried woman, she will bring disgrace on her family if her secret is exposed.

Annabelle has helped Ma with a few births in the previous years, but she is not experienced and has never delivered a baby by herself. "Now, faced with the prospect of being solely accountable for the safe delivery of a Hartley baby, she felt winded. An overwhelming sense of responsibility and alarm frightened her".

The baby girl is born. Her mother leaves the cottage in the early hours, while Annabelle has nodded off in exhaustion. She also leaves her silk peacock shawl and a letter, imploring Annabelle to look after the baby, promising to pay for her care. "I beg you to keep my secret for the sake of my family's reputation and my own. My disgrace should not tarnish my family. If you have any respect for them, I implore you to never reveal my secret. The baby's fate lies in your hands".

Eliza arrives home, heavily heamorrhaging after the birth, and collapses in her room. She will not recover. 

When Annabelle hears the news that Lady Eliza Hartley is dead and her family is trying to trace her last steps, she is terrified that she will be blamed for Eliza's death. And there's a poor innocent baby who might end up in the orphanage, unloved and neglected.

"To give her to an orphanage would condemn the child to a life of servitude and questioning her parentage. She'd be simply an unwanted child in a building fill of other unwanted children. Unloved and only cared for in the most basic terms. Could she subject this tiny little thing to that terrible life? A life she would have suffered if it hadn't been for Ma taking her in".

In fear and despair, Annabelle flees the village for the filthy slums of York. She plans to find a job and raise the baby as her own. Life in the slums is hard and dangerous. Annabelle is not streetwise, and she finds it hard to adjust to living in the smelly, overcrowded, noisy and squalid environment. This is also not the right place to bring up a baby.

John Hartley is determined to find the child of his late sister, searching around for any information. It seems like an impossible task, but he is adamant. He keeps thinking about Annabelle, who has got "under his skin, into his heart and mind". Meeting Annabelle has changed him, he realises that she is totally unsuitable in every way, being not of his class, but she makes him feel alive.

If only he could find both Annabelle and the baby.

Annabelle can't hide forever from the Hartleys, but how can she give up the child she loves?

The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl is a moving and compelling story, with captivating characters and a strong sense of place. Using her extensive historical knowledge and research, the author creates a page-turning historical drama that will tug you on your heart strings.

It celebrates the courage and independence of women, even in the constricted and suffocating Victorian society, their strength and the power of sisterhood. There are wonderful female protagonists. Apart from the main character, there is a wise and caring Widow Wallis, loyal Ginny (Annabelle's friend) and her warm-hearted cousin Nellie who provides Annabelle with a place to live in York and helps with nurturing the baby.

This beautifully written saga made me think it will make a wonderful costume drama on BBC or Netflix.

The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl would appeal to fans of emotionally-charged historical family sagas.

AnneMarie Brear books tell the tales of women who find strength in the most hopeless circumstances. Check out my reviews of the other books by the author - The Tobacconist's Wife and The Promise of Tomorrow.

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This post is part of the blog tour for The Orphan in the Peacock Shawl.

Many thanks to AnneMarie Brear, NetGalley and Rachel's Random Resources for my e-copy of the book!

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Author Bio –

AnneMarie Brear is the bestselling historical fiction writer of over twenty novels. She lives in the Southern Highlands in NSW, and has spent many years visiting and working in the UK. Her books are mainly set in Yorkshire, from where her family hails, and Australia, between the nineteenth century and WWI.

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