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Literary Easter Eggs in Books

Q. What’s a literary Easter egg?

A. It’s a little surprise tucked away in a story to amuse readers smart enough to spot it.

Today I’m going to tell you about some of the Easter eggs hidden in my books, how some of my author friends like to play the same game, and how to get a free Kindle ebook of my fun little novelette, The Clutch of Eggs – the perfect read for Easter weekend.

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Overture & Beginners for The Importance of Being Murdered

Debbie Young interviews herself to mark the launch of her 17th novel

Usually my last blog post of each month is a conversation with a fellow author, often about their new book. But this month, as I’ve just launched my latest cosy mystery novel, The Importance of Being Murdered, I’ll be talking to myself! 

So, here’s a quick Q&A to whet you appetite for my new story.

Keep reading through to the end, you’ll find not only a buying link to The Importance of Being Murdered, but also a link to a FREE prequel short story that sets the scene, Overture and Beginnners.

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It’s a Wilde, Wilde Life with Oscar


“There is no sin except stupidity” is the provocative Oscar Wilde epigram I chose for my page in my high school yearbook. I’ve always loved Wilde’s way with words, so last year, when writing a murder mystery playscript about an amateur dramatic society, I set it around their rehearsals for Wilde’s comedy play, The Importance of Being Earnest. Cheekily, I named my playscript The Importance of Being Murdered, and later turned it into a novel, which will be published next month.

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Not the Retiring Kind

On discovering the upper recruitment age for the British Armed Forces is 39, I feel a flash of FOMO (Fear of Missing Out). I’ve missed that boat–or tank, or fighter jet–by a couple of decades. The same goes for the police force. Although there’s no age limit for joining up, they expect you to retire by 60.

I don’t know why this irks me. Despite my father having served in the Royal Navy, I never wanted to join any of the Forces. Even as a child, I knew I wanted to be when I grew up: a writer.

Tick! My sixteenth novel, Death at the Village Christmas Fair, will be published on 16th August.

image of book cover against snowy background with Christmas tree and market hut
Next up: novel #16, the third in my Cotswold Curiosity Shop series

Although I came to writing by a roundabout route, via journalism, PR and charity work, I got there in the end. I know in my heart I’ll never want to do anything else. Nor will I ever retire. I’ll be writing until I drop.

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