Chasing Chris Campbell
by Genevieve Gannon
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BLURB:
Violet is saving money:
living on rice and beans and denying herself chocolate eclairs all in the name
of saving for a home deposit. Once they save enough, she and Michael can buy a
house, settle down and live happily ever after. But when Michael does the
unthinkable, Violet is forced to rethink her life choices.
A chance encounter with
Chris Campbell (first love, boy-next-door, The One That Got Away) spurs her
into travelling to exotic locations she never dreamed she'd explore - Hong
Kong, Vietnam, Varanasi - on a quest to catch up with Chris and lead a life of
adventure. Armed with hand sanitiser and the encouraging texts of her twin
sister Cassandra, will Violet find true love before it's too late? Or will the
nerve-wracking experience of travelling send her back to Melbourne
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My Review:
Reading this book made me travel to places really lovely, descriptions of landscapes are so well-made, detailed and vivid that it seemed to be there with Violet.
The life of Violet is characterized by Chris Campbell. He was her first love but broke her heart, leaving her to go to the University of Sydney. The night she was to see him again after four years and make him regret leaving her instead she met Michael, a boy with a fixed of the savings! She and Michael are making many sacrifices to save money to buy a house. But Michael is only deceiving her. And what happens? Chris reappears. Violet pursues him through several countries to see if he is the man of her life
Violet is a girl simply, sweet and dreamy able to give up a romantic love but also determined and courageous. Chris is the classic songwriter sexy and breaking hearts, of which it is impossible not to fall in love and do not follow him around the world.
It's a fun and entertaining romance that I enjoyed from beginning to end.
I have no hesitation in recommending it highly.
I received an advanced reader copy from the author in exchange for an honest review.
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EXCERPT:
When I first moved in after the motorcycle fiasco, I only
planned to stay at Mum and Dad’s for a few nights to cool off. But after the
big bust-up at the Tanner house party the weeks had passed in a blur of bars
and hangovers. Soon I was several weeks into the new year with nowhere else to
go.
One Saturday night, when I couldn’t face going out again, my
fourteen-year-old brother, Zach, came into the room and lay on the end of my
bed.
‘Cass, why is Vy sad?’ he asked my sister who was watching
me from my bedroom door.
‘It’s nothing Zachman,’ I said. ‘I’m just sleepy.’
Cass joined Zach on the end of my bed.
‘Cass, what am I going to do? For the past few years my plan
has been to start a life with him.’
‘Make new plans,’ she said gently.
‘My whole life I’ve been waiting get married. To have
children. It’s all been a waste.’
Cass didn’t say anything.
The past weeks had been stereo chaos. In between late night
parties, I’d somehow managed to unshackle my life from Michael’s. In a haze of
hangovers and tears I’d divided our books, our CDs, our crockery and finally
our finances. Now, all that was left of my white-picket future was my couch,
half a cutlery set, and $22,000.
‘You should take a trip,’ said Cass. ‘You’ve never even left
Australia Poland Nan ’s old town.’
I took the computer from her. ‘Maybe. I’d want to go
somewhere hot.’
‘But we’ve got family in Poland
‘No,’ I shook my head. ‘I don’t know.’
After Cass had gone to bed, I went to my laptop and sifted
through some of the travel pages she’d bookmarked. My room was dark and silent.
The only sign of life was the glow of the laptop screen and the tap of my
fingers on the keys. Pictures of spotless beaches flickered before my eyes. I
imagined how the fine sand would feel against my skin. She had flagged pages
and pages of suggestions. Next came tiny mountain villages full of houses with
thatched roofs. Then the grandeur of Egypt ’s
Valley of the Kings , its yellow plains pocked
with the entrance of tombs. I put my face close to the computer screen, trying
to see what lay beyond the tombs’ shadowy entrances. I looked around at my
childhood bedroom. I was twenty-seven and it was one of only two homes I’d ever
known. The dolls I’d nursed as a child still sat on top of my bookshelf.
A bell heralding a new email rang out, making me jump. When
I looked at it my breath caught in my throat. It was from chriscampbell@gmail.com.
I quickly clicked on it. The connection stalled.
‘Come on, come on,’ I whispered.
The email opened up on the screen:
Hey Vy,
Great to see you the other night, albeit briefly! Where did
you run off to?
Shame we couldn’t catch up. I’m back in Hong
Kong now. Working short term contracts while I try to find a real
job. I do some hospitality shifts to make a little extra travel money – the
Shangri-La and a few others places. Wherever they’ll have me. The night life is
amazing here. You should visit some time. You’d love Asia .
Come to Asia !
Catcha.
CC
My hands were shaking. Chris Campbell had written to me. He
had wanted to spend more time with me. I read it twice. I thought about what
he’d said to me and the opportunities I’d missed. I thought about Michael and
his need to control everything, his jealousy and bloody-mindedness. I replayed
in my head the way Chris had perfectly articulated the way I felt about him. He
was the one that got away. But it wasn’t too late. I read the email again. Come
to Asia .
Cass’s voice echoed in my head. Figure out who you are. I
licked my lips.
Then I booked a plane ticket to Hong
Kong .
One way.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
In 2011 she joined the national news
wire, Australian Associated Press, where she covered crime, politics and
entertainment. Her work has appeared in most major Australian newspapers
including The Age, The Australian and The Daily Telegraph.
She currently lives in Melbourne
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE
Genevieve will be awarding an eCopy of Chasing Chris
Campbell to 3 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.
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