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Reviews: The Astrid Notes

"I cannot recommend this book enough! It’s just got so much heart and soul poured into it, and coupled with the theme of music throughout and self discovery and not giving in or up, this makes for wholly remarkable and memorable reading!" Brooklyn The Bookworm

"A wonderful, heartwarming read with great messages about finding yourself and having the courage to chase your dreams." meet_me_at_the_library

"There is this thing with this novel, where within the first couple pages of a character’s existence, I fell completely and utterly in love with them, their quirks and relationship with others….Even if [the novel] did break my heart at the start, it was whole again by the end." Jasper & Spice

"Heaps of emotion. Brilliant voice. Perfect." Goodreads Reviewer

"Astrid and Jacob. Within the first two chapters they had my full attention and heart." _bookworm94_

The Astrid Notes

Astrid Bell 
Dutiful daughter. Classical singer. Secret pop songwriter. And suffering from stage fright. 

Jacob Skalicky. 
Trust Fund Kid. Indie singer. Immensely gifted performer. And refusing to sing again. 

Are they polar opposites? In his grief and fury at the world, Jacob certainly thinks so. 

But when Jacob loses everything and Astrid uncovers a shocking family secret, they may need each other to make sense of their lives. 

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Pan Macmillan

Sneak Peak:
Chapter One


The hotel air conditioner blasts arctic air so my goosebumps sprout goose-babies of their own. We’ve lost the air-con remote. Mad Dog tells a joke and Callum laughs so hard Coke spews out of his mouth and nose.

     ‘Who’s hidden the frigging remote?’ I kick at the clothes and shoes on the floor in case it’s been buried. We’ve yet to open a wardrobe on this tour. Why would we? The floor is the biggest shelf in any hotel room.

    My phone pings and vibrates in my pocket. I can tell by the ring tone and the way it pulses that it’s a text from my ex.


    Her text reads, Good luck for tomorrow. And two little pink hearts. I don’t deserve the big red heart anymore.

    Even though Harper has a boyfriend and is playing a tennis tournament in China right now, she’s remembered to text me. Tomorrow’s the biggest gig we’ve booked. It could get us an agent, a recording contract—our dream of being as big as the Arctic Monkeys folds through me like heady sweet smoke.

    Thanks, Harps. Our fanbase is exploding even after only being on the road two months. How’s my favourite girl? I leave out the hearts.

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