Thursday, June 02, 2016

All Together Now Blog Tour!

Today I'm happy to host a stop for All Together Now Blog Tour!


A hilarious and heart-warming new novel about a small-town singing group, by Sunday Times bestseller Gill Hornby

The small town of Bridgeford is in crisis. The high street is half empty, businesses are closing and the idea of civic pride seems old-fashioned to the commuters rushing home from work. Somehow, it seems to have lost its heart.
But there is one thing that might just bring the town together: music. The Bridgeford Community Choir has a chance of winning the county championship. First though, the small band of singers must find a lot of new members and a whole new sound.  Enter Traceyone of life's soloists, and hiding a secret past; Bennetta church choir refugee, baffled by the modern world. And Jazzywho sees her voice as her passport straight out of town to a future of fame and fortune. Can they really fit in with dependable old regulars like Annie? Can they learn to work together, save their singing group and maybe even their community? 

All Together Now is a funny, sharply observed and moving novel about the joys of singing, about living in harmony, about falling in love... and about the importance of finding your own, true voice.

*Published by Abacus in paperback, June 2nd 2016, £7.99*
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Tracey swung off the busy road straight into her garage, turned off the ignition and sat for a second. That girl in the wheelchair, the raw pain in her poor dad’s face – she couldn’t get any of it out of her mind. Why did she always feel things so much more when she saw them reflected through a parent? It was the same watching all those talent shows on the telly: when acts got through, they were always pleased, but their families were ecstatic; when they got thrown out, well . . . the visceral agony of those mums had Tracey all choked up every time. The girl herself made a joke of it when that bloke threw his change at her – she tugged at her forelock, thanked him for noticing her, promised not to spend it on booze – but the dad . . . He looked like a man having his heart torn out. She wouldn’t be telling Billy about the belters now; they wouldn’t be having a right laugh; the joke had gone clean out of it.
Music was thumping through the building as she got out of the car. Keys between her teeth, carrier bags hanging from both hands, she kicked the door to and closed the garage by flicking the switch down with her nose. With this much shopping, she always had to take a sideways approach up the internal stairs to the living room. Space was at something of a premium in their housing development, but even with just the two of them, it was certainly cosy.
Billy was deep in the sofa, holding a half-gallon of milk in his lap, his feet perched up in front of him on a kitchen chair. The music was pretty loud up there. Tracey crossed in front of the TV, forcing him to pivot in his seat.
‘Hey,Mum.’He didn’t take his eyes off the game.‘Howwas work?’
‘Yeah. Brilliant, ta.’ She stopped to take in what was going on. Billy was controlling a heavily armed figure walking down a burntout street in some post-apocalyptic horrorscape and playing against one of his little cyber-mates from the other side of the world – Japan
by the looks of it.
‘Sorry, love.’ She stepped over a pizza box on her way through to the kitchen, dumped the shopping on the table and went back in to pick it up. ‘Haven’t heard this before,’ she shouted, putting the crusts in the box and closing the lid. The song – a string of expletives with a bass undertone – was pounding somewhere in her solar
plexus. ‘Who’s it by?’
It was a matter of pride to Tracey that not only did she listen to the same music as Billy, they listened to it together. Music was for sharing. They didn’t have many house rules, but one of them was No headphones – the iPod stayed in its dock. Billy never disappearedinto his own audio bubble as all the other kids did, and Tracey never screamed, ‘Turn that bloody racket down’, as her parents had done. She was not that sort of mother. She wanted, needed, to know what her son was listening to. She liked to embrace his choices.
‘WHO’S IT BY?’ she shouted again, more loudly.
‘THE BLOODSHITTERS,’ he roared over his shoulder, and swigged some milk. ‘NEW BAND. NOT BAD.’
‘COOL.’ She put the rubbish in the bin and started to unload the shopping. ‘WHAT DO YOU FANCY FOR SUPPER?’ she bellowed, her head in the fridge.
‘NOTHING.’ Billy rose, turned the volume down a notch and hitched his trousers a little closer to his buttocks. ‘Got a job. Start tonight.’
Tracey span out into the room, astonished. ‘A job?’
‘Yeah,’ he sniffed. ‘Look, Mum – I can’t live off Dad’s money for ever, you know.’
‘Yes, of course.’ Finally. Thank Christ. ‘What? Where? When? How? That’s so great, Bills!’
‘All right. Calm it. It’s no big deal. Me, Curly and Squat are taking over the bar down at the Square.’ He grabbed his jacket off the table and in two strides was through the door. ‘I’ll be late.’
‘Hey. Good lu—‘
But he was already down the stairs, through the garage and out in the street.

Praise for All Together Now
  • Witty and brilliantly observed, with a passion for the pop song and an undertow of real warmth” —Kirsty Wark
  • Warm and gently satirical All Together Now offers a light-hearted take on small-town life” —Sunday Times
  • A sparkling comedy of manners . . . a treasure trove of bittersweet comic moments and wonderfully sympathetic creations, social satire and the lightest of touches” —Daily Telegraph
  • This gloriously fun tale about a community choir group is packed with drama, love, and brilliant characters” —Heat Magazine
  • A great idea, written with heart and humour” —Daily Mail
  • Hornby’s writing can be very funny indeed, and she’s as sharp as a lancet when it comes to group politics” —The Times
  • I devoured this well-observed, amusing feel-good story about small-town life in a sitting” —Woman & Home
  • Charming and very funny” —Good Housekeeping
  • Loveable characters provide some laugh out loud moments in this charming novel” —Bella


Gill Hornby is a writer and journalist. She lives with her husband, Robert Harris, and their four children in Kintbury, Berkshire. Her first novel, The Hive, was a top ten Sunday Times bestseller.

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