Plastic Turns Fantastic
With a full nine months to go before my novel ‘Plastic’ hits the stands, my wonderfully energetic publishers Solaris have already managed to put the book’s cover up on Amazon. I’m amazed and humbled, and just sorry you have to wait for so long!
It feels so strange working with a house that launches long-term tailor-made plans for its authors in this way. I gave them the book because they did an astonishing job with ‘Hell Train’, and ran a tube poster campaign across London together with co-ordinated signings and events that worked brilliantly. It was a novel some publishers’ readers simply didn’t ‘get’, while others loved it. As Joanne Harris put in her forward, ‘Events unfurl with the breathtaking inevitability of a row of collapsing dominoes,’ and not everyone liked that kind of condensed energy.
Here’s the synopsis:
June Cryer is a shopaholic suburban housewife trapped in a lousy marriage. After discovering her husband’s infidelity with her flight attendant neighbour, Hilary ‘Boarding From The Rear’ Cooper, she loses her home, her husband and her credit rating. Then her best pal, the appallingly behaved Lou, offers her a way out; a friend of hers needs someone reliable to take care of a spectacular London riverside high-rise apartment while the security system is being repaired. It’s just for the weekend, but there’s good money in it…
Seizing the opportunity to escape, June moves into the penthouse only to find that there’s no electricity and the phones don’t work. She must flat-sit until the security system comes back on. When a terrified girl breaks into the flat and June makes the mistake of asking the neighbours for help, she finds herself in an escalating nightmare, trying to prove that a murderer exists. But there’s an unexpected twist that leaves her running for her life.
Over the next 24 hours June must survive on the streets without friends or money, solve an impossible crime and fight off the urge to hit the shops with a vengeance.
‘The dark reverse of a personal growth novel, a hoot of a crime thriller.’ The Independent