Just Done Productions would like to announce the release of the "Strange Tale of Ruby Devenpeck" and the companion book "Delilah's Alibi: Ruby’s Poetry and Lyrics Journal" by Anne Whittle.
This novella was written and submitted as part of the Human and Rousseau / You / SABC Education/RSG's 2006 "I'm a writer" competition. " The Strange Tale of Ruby Devenpeck" was short listed in the top 6 English submissions.
The story has a strong South African flavour, and is aimed at the teenage female market. In spite of this, the story does have an appeal to a broader audience -because it is multi-layered and anyone looking back at their youth will recognise universal themes; of coming of age, of love, of death, of growth and discovery.
Ruby's story is a mystery and a journey, a story of a 17 year old girl who is growing up in a small town in South Africa. We meet a variety of characters, some interesting, some despicable, although one of the delights of Ruby's story is that sometimes the most attractive characters harbour the deepest secrets.
Ruby's love of music and language is evident throughout the novel. The music Ruby listens to and the discussions she has, as well as her performance in her band, Delilah's Alibi create the sense of a movie soundtrack playing in the background. This soundtrack is a reflection of contemporary South African culture with an added sprinkling of global influences.
The story of Ruby's adventures and her journey of discovery, is indeed a strange tale and the surprises and twist of the plot continue right until a most surprising ending.
Ruby blogs at http://annewhittle.book.co.za/
Ruby's poetry and lyrics are spread through the novel like the leavening in bread, and they are collated in the companion book "Delilah's Alibi: Ruby’s Poetry and Lyrics Journal".
Beauty Queen
I’m all smoke and mirrors
And a touch of the cryptic
The mascara militia’s always after my lipstick
I’m fifty years ahead
And a couple of notes behind
Its not always fair
But you have to be cruel to be kind
My mask is pretty, it’s ugly and it’s quaint
It’s made of skin and bone
And lashings of war paint
But if you look closer
Beyond the lies you’re fed
You’ll see the real me
Hanging by a thread
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