Friday, November 7, 2014

I Stand Corrected by Patricia Asedegbega

Publisher: CreateSpace (October, 2014)
Category: Drama, Suspense, Humor, YA, Adult
Tour Date: November, 2014
Available in: Print & ebook, 249 Pages





ROSARIO
I am Rosario Dominguez Gonzalez, heiress to one of the largest and oldest fortunes in Spain. My family is considered in both the most elite economic and social circles as one of the richest and most influential in Europe…



BALOU
That was until the day when I sensed that someone was watching me; I opened one of my eyes and was just about to close it again when something caught my attention…



Rosario and Balou need each other for very different reasons… But for one of them, it is a matter of life and death.


Balou is taken away from his mother at a very tender age and sold to a pet shop where he waits impatiently for someone to claim him and take home a black and as he considers himself, an attractive British Shorthair cat. Just when he thinks this is going to be impossible and his bags are almost packed to go to the local animal shelter, he meets young and troubled Rosario who is really not looking for a pet.

It doesn´t take him very long to realize that something is horribly wrong in her household and he takes it upon himself to protect the human he has come to love almost as much as he loves his food, his siestas and of course the time he spends outside chasing everything and anything that moves.

A Strange and endearing alliance is forged between them but he soon discovers that something is horribly wrong in Rosario's household.

'I Stand Corrected' is Patricia Asedegebga Nieto's first novel in English.




At first I didn´t see anything, but all of a sudden I was startled; there was something crawling slowly in the cage, it looked like the kind of thing I should pounce on and kill, so I readied myself, I calculated the distance and felt that as the other creature had not seen me, the element of surprise was on my side and I would be successful; mother had shown us how to hunt without our prey even noticing us approaching, finally, something exciting was about to take place, I assumed the proper position, crouched down as much as I could to avoid being seen and got ready to jump. That day I learnt a very valuable lesson in life; always make sure there is no glass panel between you and your prey!

Our container was a lively place to be, we were always fighting and playing with the shredded paper when we weren´t sleeping on it. At night everyone would leave the store and they would turn off the lights, it became very quiet; the birds, who were our neighbours and spent a great part of the day singing and making noise would finally fall asleep too. They made a horrible racket when they were awake; some of them were so tiny and yet had so much to say. I had hoped someone would just buy them all, especially as I couldn’t get at them. It was a constant temptation for us and we spent a lot of hours watching them and fantasising about what we would do if the barriers disappeared. In the morning as soon as the door opened and the lights were switched on, we all came to life; it was an interior shop with no windows leading to the exterior of the building, I really missed feeling the rays of sunlight coming in through the windows. When we lived with Pedro; he who had abandoned us without giving us a second glance, he would let us out onto the terrace every day for a short while, I have to say that the feeling of the warmth of that natural heat on my fur was priceless. Before opening the shop, the owner or his wife would clean and change the paper bed, provide fresh water and fill the food bowl. It was something we all looked forward to as we just shared one bowl; it was soon empty after being filled, as soon as the food touched it, it was gone, they never thought of refilling it, so we were always hungry.  During the day, people came in and out of the shop all the time; they stopped and looked in all the containers. The adults brought in the children to keep them entertained for a while; they normally just looked and pointed at the various occupants of the display windows while they read out loud the information pasted on each glass. The little ones were always pointing at one animal or the other and crying because they wanted them. Most of the times they just left the way they came, empty handed but sometimes one lucky animal got to leave the container and go into the wide open space beyond.

We watched the dogs next to us, they appeared to have developed a technique that seemed to be working; they would stand near the glass, making sure they were seen, people kept saying how nice they looked, along with the birds which were often bought, they also got to be a favourite with the daily visitors. Even though it isn´t in our nature to make an effort to be liked, we did try to imitate them and get people to notice us; they did, they would look at us and say how cute we were, the effort paid off. One after the other, each of my four brothers got to leave the glass container. I didn´t understand why I wasn´t picked, I had stood on display with them and even put my adorable little paws on the glass, just like they did. Why hadn't I been chosen I wondered? It wasn't long until I found out why; I overheard the explanation from the shop owner one day...

"We are going to have to lower the price on this one; it seems no one wants him because he is black. Then, if we still can´t sell him, we will need to take him to the shelter, he is taking up valuable space, people only want kittens and the older he gets the less adorable he will become."

I didn´t know what the shelter was, but it seemed I would be on my way there sometime soon; maybe they would be better at finding people  who would be interested in taking me out of there. I had even stopped getting up each time someone approached my glass cage. For some reason my colour wasn´t right, so why even bother? I wasn´t going to get picked, what was the use in me trying? When people came over, I continued sleeping, at least I didn´t miss my vital and much needed rest. That was until the day when I sensed that someone was watching me; I just opened one of my eyes and was just about to close it again when something caught my attention…

(Please go to http://dealsharingaunt.blogspot.ca/ today for the first part of this excerpt and to http://pearlsofgreatworth.blogspot.ca/ on November 10th for the continuation of this excerpt.)





Patricia Asedegebga is the author of Bienvenidos a gatos anĂ³nimos, Pasarse cuatro Pueblos and Sesenta segundos dan para mucho, Patricia Asedegbega was born to a Spanish mother and a Nigerian father in Madrid. As a child, she relocated with her family to Nigeria and later returned to Spain, where she acquired her BSc and master´s degree. She is currently living near Madrid with her family and her very stubborn cat, Merlin Mojito.

I Stand Corrected is her first English language novel.







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