My NOVELS

​A few years, God gave me another gift, that of writing Christian novels which increase my gifts of writing blogs and poetry. Every month, I read two novels on Saturdays in the lounge of the care centre in which I live. I have many novels and am currently making audios of them on my website www.christian-life-poetry.com Here are a few of my favourites and the first paragraph of each novel. 
 
KEPT, AN ALLEGORY OF THE LAST TIMES 
Jane opened her eyes and looked straight at the small boy. Not that she could see much of his face because half of it was covered by regulation anti-glare glasses and his jaw-line, already distinctly angular, had lost any semblance of individuality. 
 
MRS HORACE HAMILTON-SMITH 
Mrs Horace Hamilton-Smith lived with her three children in a large apartment in Kensington, London, with a communal garden stretching down to a small canal of the Thames. Horace had conveniently passed on – she knew not where – some years ago, leaving her enough money to enjoy her indulgent lifestyle. Mrs Horace Hamilton-Smith was a poet - a very modern poet. She had no time for those things – iambic pentameters – she had learnt at school. “My dear, I write as I speak!” Which was somewhat unfortunate. 
 
MR PICKWICK 
Mr Pickwick was born in Kent, England, to wealthy parents. He was their only child, which was fortunate as from the day of his birth he was a very picky character. He refused his mother Margaret’s breast, that of a wet nurse, all the milk formulas and even cow’s milk. When he was at death’s door, Doctor Soames suggested trying a mixture of his Mama’s milk and a formula. It worked and baby James survived. Of course, there was the same problem when he was four months old and put on solids. He turned his head away and yelled or spat it out. His parents were frantic until they found he preferred ice cream, crispy bread rolls, tomato sauce, chicken, scones with butter, cream and strawberry jam and a tiny sip of Papa’s finest champagne to all the good things babies were supposed to eat. 
 
ENA EVANS 
Ena Evans was born in the LAND OF DO YOUR OWN THING to Jane whose husband Jack had died when a machine in the butchery where he worked malfunctioned and he bled to death. 
 
LADY LUCINDA 
Lady Lucinda was born in the Duchess of the Land of Pleasure’s bedroom, attended by Doctor James and his two experienced midwives. It was a long labour and Penelope, the Duchess, was screaming for much of the time. “Come away Sir,” the Duke’s secretary, said. “You can do no good here. Doctor James says there is nothing to worry about – it’s just like the Earl’s birth three years ago. A nice cup of coffee and a glass of port will see you through.” Montgomery, the Duke, had just settled down when a maid rushed in and said, “The doctor says come quickly, the baby is about to be born!”