Today is my stop on the blog tour for Kissing Daisy Parker by Michael Milton. I have an extract to share with you today and if you like the sound of that, you can click here to order your copy now. Don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour for more exclusive content and reviews.
Here's what it's all about...
First loves. Last chances. Street Fighter II.
Daisy is a Sylvia Plath reading, Robert Smith devotee, planning on a summer of Australian beaches with or without her two favourite boys. Obsessed gamer and jealous boyfriend Greg needs the prize money from the Scottish Street Fighter II championships to join Daisy in Oz. She wouldn’t really go without him. Would she?
Scottish-born, English-accented Junaid is the couple’s best friend. Haunted by that school dance and terrified of the future, he finds himself falling for his best friend’s girl. When a disastrous event at the video game tournament brings Daisy and J closer together, Greg attempts the ultimate redemption.
Each makes decisions which alter the course of their friendship, and their lives, forever. But do the answers to life’s biggest questions truly lie in kissing Daisy Parker?
Are you ready for that extract?
DAISY:
First,
they snap your jaw. Then they shave your bones and bolt metal plates
into your face. Your head puffs up to three times its normal size,
and the bruises make you look like you’ve boxed twelve rounds with
Iron Mike Tyson. It hurts. You scream when the packing comes out of
your nose. Oh, and there’s the chance that the snapping, shaving
and bolting of surgery won’t work. Psychological support? Zero.
Nobody to help you process looking in the mirror at a totally
different person. You were on a waiting list for months, in braces
for two and a half years, and knew all along that this was coming.
But nothing can prepare you. After seventeen years of looking at it
in the mirror, the face on that person called “you” is gone.
Would I
recommend it?
Definitely.
My
profile’s no longer a waning crescent moon, my thin nose has
widened, and my bottom teeth finally sit behind the top. My new
jawline means no more:
“Daisy’s
chin is so big it has its own postcode.”
No more:
“When
Daisy entered the Big Chin Olympics they said ‘sorry, no
professionals’.”
No more:
“When
Daisy fell and her chin hit the ground, I didn’t laugh, but the
pavement cracked up.”
Double jaw
surgery for a class three underbite is no fairytale. But it’s
better than going through life hearing every “yo momma” joke
turned into a “Daisy’s chin” joke. I do look better; pretty,
even. I never thought I cared about that stuff. Turns out I do.
Eight
months on and my face is still adjusting to its new shape, going
through subtle changes week to week. People focus on the aesthetics,
but I’m still retraining my jaw muscles. I thought that once my
bottom teeth sat behind the top, I’d be able to indulge my sense of
taste. Nope. I’ve actually lost a chunk of weight ‘cause I can’t
be bothered chewing food. I can crunch into an apple for the first
time in my life, but don’t expect me to finish the thing. It’s
too much work. Another side effect is a permanent numbness in the
lower left part of my face (heightening my ever-so-ladylike habit of
sleep-drooling). You wouldn’t notice it though, even now I’ve
told you it’s there.
Is it
weird?
I suppose
so, but my entire head’s a different shape, so everything feels
weird. I’ve got used to the numbness the same way I’ve got used
to everything else. To eating and drinking and brushing my teeth.
Kissing?
Well,
that’s flipped on its head. To be honest, the new Daisy isn’t
used to kissing the old Greg, but between you and me, that’s got
nothing to do with my jawline.
About the Author
Michael Milton spent the first 25 years of his life pretending to be other people. After switching drama school for university, he travelled the world as an English teacher and returned home to complete his MA in Creative Writing.
His stories have been long and short listed for the Fish Prize, the Bath Short Story Award, the Mogford Prize and the Emerge Impact Creative Writing Prize. Kissing Daisy Parker is his first novel, and yes, he can beat you at Street Fighter.
Thanks to Michael for stopping by the blog today!
Thank you for taking part in the tour!
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