Blog Tour: Blackbrooke by Emma Silver: Guest Post

Posted July 25, 2012 by Lori in Books / 4 Comments Tags: , , , , , ,

I’m so excited because today is finally my stop on the Blackbrooke Blog Tour hosted by Book Me! This is actually the first Blog Tour I’ve participated in and I couldn’t be happier that it is for this book. I really did love reading Blackbrooke and I’m so happy to share it with you all today. I’ve got a blurb about the book and a guest post from the narrator of the book, Liberty Connor. And after all that, there is a tour wide giveaway open that you won’t want to miss! If you’d like to check out my review, you can do that here.

BlackbrookeBlackbrooke by Emma Silver

“I live in Blackbrooke and you would have had to be living under a rock to never have heard of it before now. This town is different to most others…Humans aren’t the only residents…”

The residents of Blackbrooke share their town with the Creatures, or Crits as they are known. Grotesque, roaming the streets at night looking for food, their presence means humans have to live by the Rules, keeping them indoors and forbidding them of basic desires.

The most important Rule?

Don’t be a ‘walk out’!

Straight-A student, Liberty Connor, hates the Crits and the endless Rules she and her tight knit group of friends have to live by.

Planning her new life on the Outside with her boyfriend, Gabriel, Liberty whiles away her days waiting to turn 18, so they can leave and be free. That is, until the world she thinks she knows begins to unravel…

Her friends start to walk out. So she’s told. However, something’s not right. Things don’t add up.

Liberty faces a race against time to discover what’s going on with the Creatures of Blackbrooke.

Is it them she has to fear, or something much closer to home?

Blackbrooke is a Young Adult horror novel that has you on the edge of your seat.

 

Now that you know a little bit about what Blackbrooke is all about, I have a guest post from Liberty.

 

Blackbrooke tourists by Liberty Connor

Say what you like about the tourists that visit Blackbrooke, they’re a welcome change to the same faces we see day in and day out. You see, a town with a population of 10,000 means you don’t get a lot of variety. Tourists offer a shot of…something to Blackbrooke. It’s when we truly realise how different we are from the Outside. Their clothes are funny for a start. Geeks? No, that’s probably not the right word. More like Blackbrooke fanatics. To be fair, they’d have to be. We’re never told how much they pay for a ticket but my boss from the souvenir shop I work in, Denzil heard it was in the tens of thousands. So, they’re usually already wearing Blackbrooke branded caps and t-shirts when they arrive (something that really peeves Denzil because t-shirts are the easy money).

One particular tourist sticks in my head for all of the wrong reasons. Denzil had left me alone to look after the shop while he went for a lie down after smoking a particularly strong joint. I’d just about managed to hold it all together and shoo a coach load of people out of there after selling half of the stock to them – snowglobes, books, cuddly Crit toys, the usual – when I noticed one hadn’t left.

He was short, probably about my height, and overweight. I remember he was overweight because his t-shirt had ridden up exposing the bottom of his pale stomach. He had greasy strips of hair slicked over the bald head and licked his lips whenever he pushed his over-sized glasses up his nose. In short, he was grim. I’m sorry, I know that’s a horrible thing to say, but he just gave me the creeps straight away.

He had a slushy drink in his hand from the towns’ only diner, which had stained his mouth blue as he eyed me with interest. Some tourists did this, inspected Blackbrooke residents as though we were Crits ourselves. It drove me insane but I always tried not to react. If I got angry and started shouting then I’d surely just be displaying Crit-like behaviour? Anyway, the man started shooting his mouth off about conspiracy theories and asking me over and over again whether Blackbrooke was the real Area 51 and whether the Crits were really aliens from Mars or something. It got to the point where I was backing away and he was shoving me and showering me with spit as he shouted in my face.

I was terrified and ended up throwing one of the large porcelain Hunter ornaments at him to get him to go away. By the time Denzil emerged from his pit, I’d closed the shop and was waiting patiently with a rolled up Blackbrooke Chronicle, ready to batter him for leaving me on my own. He promised, between hits, to never do it again and slipped some extra money into my next wage to make up for it.

That’s the crazy element of Blackbrooke tourists and I have to say, that man was probably the worst of them all. A lot of them are over-excited, giggling idiots who clutch hold of one another in glee if they see a Watcher trot by. They can’t get their heads around the fact Watchers are to Blackbrooke what pigeons are to the Outside.

Gross but harmless, and bloody everywhere.

Honestly, the amount of times I’ve almost tripped over the things when they’ve appeared in front of me on the walk home from the Academy. It never fails to amuse me when tourists scream and run in the opposite direction at the sight of one.

Even the Watchers look bemused.

One of the funniest sights was one summer when a group of tourists gathered outside the shop, waiting to get on the coach to leave for the day. A rogue pigeon fluttered down onto the street in front of them.

It was one of the lost pigeons, the ones with little bands clipped around their feet. Racing pigeons, I think. Real pigeons were too smart to stray into Blackbrooke. Anyway, I shouldn’t laugh but the reaction of the tourists when about twenty Watchers came hurtling out of the surrounding trees to tear the pigeon to pieces before it even had the opportunity to take in its new surroundings, was hilarious.

They screamed and cried, hammering on the door of the coach and scrambling over one another to get in. Honestly, I thought Denzil was going to laugh himself a hernia. “Bloody tourists!” he’d cried, wiping tears from his eyes. “Classic. I absolutely love them.”

I joined in with the laughter and had to agree, I did too.

Thanks to Liberty Connor from Blackbrooke for the guest post and to Emma Silver who wrote Blackbrooke and Carmen at Book Me! for making this blog tour possible. I’m so happy I could participate and share in all the Blackbrooke love! Blackbrooke is now available for purchase, but we also have a copy up for grabs in this awesome giveaway!

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4 Responses to “Blog Tour: Blackbrooke by Emma Silver: Guest Post”

  1. Denise Z

    I think I must be living under a rock LOL This is the first I have heard about this awesome sounding read. Thank you for participating in this tour and giveaway. I am looking forward to more about Blackbrooke 🙂

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