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About the author:
People loving romantic comedies have one particular trace – they all like the good things in life. As one of them, Amanda Lake truly enjoys the genre by both reading and writing it.
Currently, after releasing her latest rom-com, she is preparing to publish her new funny and amusing series the High Spirits and hopes the other will simply love its characters as she does.
What inspired you to write your book?
There is a very fine line that separates people with different affinities. Such as their strong feelings regarding the small things in life, as a tv show. And often, those people find themselves head over heels in love with somebody from that different side. This inevitably leads to all kinds of hilarious situations.
Here is a short sample from the book:
So she pursed her lips, lit the lighter and put the flame under the book.
It started slowly, almost unwillingly, like the damn thing was to put up a fight, but then it started to burn. Olivia dropped it into the pot and watched the flames in front of her. It was kind of hypnotizing, she couldn't turn her eyes from it.
“How very… nazi of you,” Francesca said coldly, clearly disapproving the sight. “What's next, Führer, throwing Molotovs at the synagogue?”
“Don't be an idiot,” she replied calmly, finally waking up from her arsonous trance. “I was just making a stand. It's not like I killed someone. I'm burning a book, that's all.”
The same moment she said it, Olivia realized what she was doing. And it was horrible.
“Oh, God, I burned a book! Fran, I burned a book! Why did you let me burn the bloody book?!” she screamed at her.
“I don't know!” Fran yelled back. “I wasn't expecting that you will actually do it!”
“Well, put it out! Turn off the fire!” Olivia was panicking.
She couldn't move from the bloody couch and there was a book burning right in front of her. The living room was full of smoke and Francesca looked shocked, wildly watching around and trying to find something to pour on the fire. Finally, she ran towards the kitchen and got back holding a glass of water. She splashed it on the burning book, leaving a truly sad sight in front of them.
They both looked at the crime scene in complete silence.
The inside of the large pot turned black, like the remains of the unfortunate book in it. Because of that damn smoke around them, Olivia's eyes filled with tears. But it wasn't until the first one found its way down her cheek that she realized how miserable she felt. And why.
She was Olivia Roberts, a girl who scandalously humiliated herself by falling down the stairs in front of all those people. Someone who hurt herself so badly that she was condemned to lay down and watch the ceiling for almost a month. A scorned woman who just got dumped by her boyfriend through a text message. And finally, the disturbed arsonist who burns books at 4. a.m. like some seriously deranged terrorist.