BooksChatter: ☀☄ The End of the World Survivors Club: The End Of The World [2]

Thank you for joining us on the Virtual Book Tour for The End of the World Survivors Club, a Post-apocalyptic Dystopian Science Fiction by Adrian J. Walker (16 May 2019, Ebury Digital, 460 pages).

This is the second book in the The End Of The World series.

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Synopsis

In THE END OF THE WORLD RUNNING CLUB Edgar Hill ran 550 miles after an apocalypse to try and find his family.

He had it easy.

This is his wife’s story.

Beth Hill has survived the apocalypse with a baby and toddler in tow. And what’s more she’s done it alone - without her husband’s help. He’s never been any help. But when disaster strikes and someone steals her kids, she knows what she has to do.

The new world might be very different: no government, no law, no infrastructure and a whole lot more ocean than there used to be. But one thing hasn’t changed - the lengths a mother will go to save her family...

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Teaser: Exclusive Excerpt

     That was my fantasy – a day to myself – and that, for some reason I can only put down to sleep deprivation, is what I believed would endear me to the mighty Carol.
     This is what I told her.
     First, I wake up after eight hours of unbroken sleep. The bed is empty. The house is quiet. There’s no sound but the twittering of birds and the distant drone of an aeroplane, so I doze for a while in the shores of my dreams. Then I get up, stretch and open the curtains. Outside is a warm, windless day with nothing to do.
     Breakfast first. Poached eggs, bacon and a mug of tea that’s hot to the dregs. The washing-up can wait. I’ll spend an hour or two reading and then change into my gear. It’s time for a run.
     No phone, no watch, nothing to distract me with beeps. I take a long meander through forests and hills, around the glittering Pentlands reservoirs and back into town, across the dew-damp Meadows meadows and into the warrens of the Old Town. Good morning, Edinburgh. Happy day, my pretty city. Somewhere near the Royal Mile I’ll stop at a café to read a paper with a smoky espresso. Then I’ll head back. It’s just me and the hills and the rest of the day to myself.
     No husband, no children, no duty, just for a day.
     Yes please, I’ll take that. Eh, Carol?
     But Carol said nothing. She just looked at me with that painted-on smile of hers, and made a noise like a constipated chaffinch.
     Oh, what, Carol?
     Do I not get to join your yummy-mummy Facebook group? Or sign up to your Hungry Harrison vegan recipe blog? Am I not invited for breast-milk lattes with you and your pals while you compare the contents of your moon cups?
     Am I a bad mother?
     There was a time when I believed I was. In those early months when I thought I was failing at everything, holding myself up to the impossible standards of those other mothers.
     ‘Breast is best!’ they’d say. But, oh, the agonising truth of breastfeeding.
     ‘Controlled crying!’ Right, when every fibre of your being is straining to comfort them.
     ‘Sling’s the thing!’ But – Christ – don’t hold them too much or you’ll ruin them.
     In the end I left Carol and her club to it. I hid away. I battened down the hatches and I let my distance rule. I shunned all offers of help, all those well-meaning family members with their offers of tea and conflicting advice. I shut myself away until they stopped trying, and one day I realised that I had just one job as a mother: to survive and ensure that my children did the same.
     So I did. I formed my own Survivors Club, members: one. Me.
     And I survived the apocalypse with a baby and a toddler.
     So fuck you, Carol.

What do you do when there's nowhere left to run?

The End of the World Survivors Club
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The Series: The End Of The World

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The End of the World Running Club [1]

A powerful post-apocalyptic thriller, perfect for fans of The End of the F*cking World.
'A real find' STEPHEN KING

When the world ends and you find yourself stranded on the wrong side of the country, every second counts.

No one knows this more than Edgar Hill. 550 miles away from his family, he must push himself to the very limit to get back to them, or risk losing them forever...

His best option is to run.
But what if your best isn’t good enough?

The Number One race-against-time bestseller as featured on Simon Mayo’s Radio 2 Book Club

[Published 27 June 2014, 466 pages]

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About the Author

Adrian J Walker was born in the bush suburbs of Sydney, Australia in the mid ‘70s. After his father found a camper van in a ditch, he renovated it and moved his family back to the UK, where Adrian was raised.

Ever since he can remember, Adrian has been interested in three things: words, music and technology, and when he graduated from the University of Leeds, he found a career in software. His novel The End of the World Running Club, a post-apocalyptic running fable about hope, love and endurance, was a Simon Mayo Radio 2 book club choice.

He lives in Aberdeen with his wife and two children.

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