| The first paperback copy arrives.
BAGGY PANTS AND BOOTEES is available in paperback now!
When war baby Sophie joins the macho world of 1960s
journalism she’s determined to prove that she’s ‘one of the boys.’ But a phone
call from her estranged mother after years of guilt and torment sets Sophie on
a quest to uncover the secret of her birth.
Was her father the all-American soldier she dreamt of
when she was a child, or someone far more sinister? This is the story the
ambitious reporter was destined to write.
Helped by the charming but mysterious David, Sophie
uncovers a heartbroken wartime orphan, a GI romance and a terrifying rape that
leads to an innocent man’s court martial – and finds clues to her own unhappy
childhood.
Torn between her secret love for Steve, the newspaper’s
most eligible bachelor, and her desire to know who she really is, Sophie follows
David to find her father. Only when
faced with the startling truth can she accept the tragedy of love, loss and
betrayal and begin a very different kind of future.
You can also buy it on amazon.co.ukBaggy Pants and Bootees ,will shortly be available from Plackitt & Booth, booksellers, Lytham, Lancashire, or to order from any good bookshop. here and on amazon.com here |
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Saturday, 6 September 2014
BAGGY PANTS AND BOOTEES - THE PAPERBACK ARRIVES!
Thursday, 13 February 2014
BAGGY PANTS AND BOOTEES - VALENTINE'S DAY E-BOOK
Why not take a look at my
DEBUT NOVEL
Baggy Pants and Bootees
Marilyn Chapman
Out now
When Sophie lands her dream job as a reporter on
a Yorkshire newspaper, nothing is going to get in the way of her success. But this is the nineteen
sixties and she has reckoned without the attentions of office Romeo Steve and a
frantic phone call from her mother after eight years’ silence.
Before they can meet, Frances has a serious accident
leaving Sophie to discover for herself the truth about the past. Was her father
the all-American officer she dreamt of when she was a child, or someone far
more sinister? Her search leads to the mysterious
David who uncovers a shocking scandal from before she was born.
Torn between her secret love for Steve and her
desire to know who she really is, Sophie follows David to find her father.
Only when faced with the startling truth can she
finally accept the tragedy that blew her life apart and begin a different kind
of future.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Baggy-Pants-Bootees-Mariyln-Chapman-ebook/dp/B00IG90U1Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1392395876&sr=8-1&keywords=baggy+pants+and+bootees
Sunday, 23 October 2011
It's the end of the pier....
As November 5th approaches, there is one particular bonfire night that has stayed in my memory for a very
long time.
I had been to visit friends in North Fylde and as we crossed the border from Blackpool to St Annes, a red glow lit up the horizon, like a magnificent sunset as far as the eye could see.
'The Corporation have gone to a lot of trouble tonight,' I remarked to the taxi driver sleepily.'That's the biggest firework display I've ever seen...'
'I don't think Guy Fawkes has got anything to do with it, Miss,' he replied. 'That's one heck of a big blaze.'
I opened my eyes wide. This was 1974 and St Annes Pier was on fire. The architecturally-acclaimed Moorish Pavilion was completely destroyed whilst the fire caused serious damage to the floral hall, jetty and some of the vital substructure that had been in place since 1885. All that could be seen the following day at the end of the pier was blackened ruins.
Today, the pier's length is reduced to 182m (600 ft) but is still a 21st century attraction to people from all over the country.
Looking back, it's a good job I wasn't on duty that night - I'd have missed the story of the decade.
long time.
I had been to visit friends in North Fylde and as we crossed the border from Blackpool to St Annes, a red glow lit up the horizon, like a magnificent sunset as far as the eye could see.
'The Corporation have gone to a lot of trouble tonight,' I remarked to the taxi driver sleepily.'That's the biggest firework display I've ever seen...'
'I don't think Guy Fawkes has got anything to do with it, Miss,' he replied. 'That's one heck of a big blaze.'
I opened my eyes wide. This was 1974 and St Annes Pier was on fire. The architecturally-acclaimed Moorish Pavilion was completely destroyed whilst the fire caused serious damage to the floral hall, jetty and some of the vital substructure that had been in place since 1885. All that could be seen the following day at the end of the pier was blackened ruins.
Today, the pier's length is reduced to 182m (600 ft) but is still a 21st century attraction to people from all over the country.
Looking back, it's a good job I wasn't on duty that night - I'd have missed the story of the decade.
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