Not even a book blogger ranting, just a normal reader ranting.
Ok, so yesterday I heard some absolutely devastating news from the book world. The news being that our beloved Queen of the Bonk-Buster, Rebecca Chance, will no longer be writing under that pseudonym or giving us any more of her amazing, original and damn right fucking brilliant reads. Why? Well, I can assure you that’s not on her, it’s on her publishers, Pan Macmillan.
Oh come on. She’s a bestselling novelist and has been for-fucking-ever. She no doubt brings a lot more than some other authors do and to be fair here she should not be penalised for over seas not understanding her humour or should I say our English humour. And it doesn’t matter if she’s the only one, she’s the only one we need and want. It just shows how superior she is.
Bless her so much. I know she’s probably not nearly as arsed as I am like 🤦🏻♀️😂
As for the genre in itself though, I do personally class it the same as romance/comedy/chick-lit/rom-com/new adult/contemporary/modern/etc… I know a lot of people do.
I’m livid. I know I’m not the only one who feels this way about our BB Queen not being able to give us our yearly gift of debauchery, scandal and laughs.
Come on PanMac what are you playing at? Yes, we know we still get the brilliance of her pen and mind with Lauren Henderson and the crime genre. Which is also fantastic work, but some people don’t want crime! Some people don’t like crime! In fact, some people fucking hate crime. Especially with that and the psychological thriller genres being packed to the brim right now and being thrown at us every hour on the hour. It’s overwhelming, it’s getting very boring and we need a break away from it. Do you know what would be the perfect break in between that? Rebecca Chance and her uplifting ingenious books that’s what. Don’t get me wrong, I love the crime genre and RC even has crime in her novels, but you get the gist though.
RC, I’m gutted for you my love. I really am. Thank you so much for all the books, all the tears (both sad and happy), all the laughs, all the weird looks from people when you actually laugh out loud in public. All the gasps and smirks and snorting. All the joy and uplifting spirit. All the hard work and passion you’ve given us for the last ten years. You are a queen and a talent like no other that we will all miss desperately.
To anyone who does not know who Rebecca Chance is where the hell have you been? You so better go get your head stuck right into one of her books. Believe me, you will NOT be disappointed at all. I am re-reading from the start again now to make myself feel better. Her books will be available underneath all linked up so you can purchase and piss yourself with pleasure. It’s all glamour and honesty and just absolute reading bliss. She’s something completely off the charts and mesmerising. I sound like a lick-arse here, but I honestly do not give a riding shite. It’s the truth and you know the truth is all I do.
Love as always,
P.S… Mile High is currently on offer for 99p on amazon. BARGAIN! So there’s no excuse really not to grab a copy. Goes amazing with a wine you know. Or a gin for that matter. Or a cuppa tea. Or anything really.
P.P.S… You could go check out her other work that’s available under Lauren Henderson too if you want like, but right now I’d stick to RC and read them after 👍🏻
📚RC’s boss book list.
Rebecca Chance was born in Hampstead to international art dealer parents, and grew up in the exclusive millionaire’s row surroundings of London’s St John’s Wood. Tiring of her cushioned, privileged existence, she ran away to Tuscany to live a wild bohemian life on a wine-making estate, where she lived in a 14th century villa in a Chianti vineyard, partying with artists, learning Italian, and picking grapes. But big city life was calling her, and after staying in Rome and Porto Ercole, she moved to Manhattan, lured by the glamorous single-girl existence and nonstop nightlife. She spent a decade living the Sex and The City dream in SoHo, equally at home in an uptown penthouse on Fifth Avenue overlooking the Metropolitan Museum, or downtown dancing on the bar of the Coyote Ugly for kicks. Eventually, a handsome American husband in tow, she moved back to London to settle down (as much as she can) and finally fictionalize some of her most exciting and glamorous experiences into her bestselling blockbuster novels.
Rebecca’s interests include trapeze, pole-dancing, watching “America’s Next Top Model”, and cocktail-drinking.
Links to RC: (Her Facebook is legendary)
Go buy all the books
Proper gutted 💔