‘’The child intuitively comprehends that although these stories are unreal, they are not untrue.’’ - Bruno Bettelheim
all about me
Born in Reading, UK, Jane grew up with a love of reading. She remembers taking Enid Blyton books to bed and reading them under the covers when she should have been asleep! Her love of the written word extended into the classroom where the teachers commented on her vivid imagination and length of stories—probably accompanied with a few sighs when they realised the amount of time the reading would take!
On leaving school Jane spent a brief spell at college before finding employment as a Dental Nurse where she spent many happy years meeting lots of wonderful people and mixing lots of fillings.
After meeting her husband, she later went on to have three children and found work as a Teaching Assistant. Alongside a busy life, she completed a ‘comprehensive’ writing course, which saw her having non-fiction work published in newspapers and magazines. But the desire to do something ‘creative’ burned ever brightly. Having recently undertaken a lot of research into her family tree, a desire to find out what life was really like for her ancestors took hold, and she developed a fascination with World War 2. Heeding the advice of her late parents to put ‘pen to paper’, she decided to get a story that had been buzzing in her head for quite some time written . The result of her endeavour was a very ‘raw’ manuscript: ‘The Finding’. With some professional help—thank you Dee, the story evolved into a book—something she still can’t quite believe!
My HP Books
"THE FINDING"
COMING
SOON
Celebrating the success of a raid on Yeovil military Base with dances of victory, the Luftwaffe depart England unaware that a lonesome German plane has crashed near a small English village in Wiltshire.
Along with the residents, all suffering their personal traumas of the effect of World War 2, young Eveline watches a man clamber from the burning wreckage. Needing immediate care, he is unexpectedly permitted temporary accommodation in the village. To the backdrop of a summer filled with laughter, picking flowers and innocent kisses a love develops between Eveline and the German that culminates in the most horrific, unimaginable chain of events. For the scars of war that person carries are not always visible. Covering the disturbing horrors of war from the perspective of concentration camps, this book not only gives the reader a profound reflection on the human condition in times of crisis, but shows that in the deepest, darkest depths of despair, faith, hope and love are still to be found.
book excerpt
From the periphery of his mind, a voice penetrates his consciousness.
“I’m a Nazi, I don’t make love, I screw.”
He smells the stench of beer and cigarettes as the disembodied voice carries across the crowded bar, meaning little to him at the time, but somehow remembered. He understands the words now.
He thinks of all the men, ordinary men, and boys. He was just a boy when he saw that woman. Taken. He wonders if there is a sleeping monster in all of them. He imagines a kraken, its ugly head rising from the sea, eyes drunk with desire as it licks its lips; its appetite whetted by the taste of human flesh of which had it never tasted would never been aroused. Once contaminated the quest for human flesh becomes a pursuit. And, that is where the true evilness lies. He sees why some— the husbands—claim to compartmentalise service to the Reich and their home life. He pictures them trying to block visions of what they have seen are from bleeding into what should be an act of love between them and their wives. He doesn’t condemn them. He sees why they would do that. But he can’t join them. Unlike them he will not fight the truth. What he has witnessed is now part of him. The beauty, purity and innocence of Eveline is so removed from this, it makes him want to weep. Perhaps it is a blessing his time with her is destined to be limited.
