Meet my latest baby!

I'm not even sure this book would be termed Young Adult or Teenage because it's mainly set in 1979 which is where today's Middle Agers started out.
Anyway, if the book wasn't an E-book and had been printed on proper paper and bound and stuff, the blurb on the back would read something like this:

"Although she hasn't thought it through comprehensively, Casey Summerfield has had enough of her fiercely independent mother and her cheating boyfriend so she  decides to run away.  The one thing she hasn't factored into her plan is being knocked unconscious by a bus and waking up in her teenaged mother's bedroom in 1979.

And she's seen enough episodes of 'Life on Mars' to know that there must be a perfectly rational explanation for her being 'here' , so all she has to do is ride it out until David Bowie dressed as a clown comes to take her back to 2012.  Isn't it?"

And for 24 hours - from midnight tonight - it's FREE!So if you feel like being transported back to the days of vinyl 45's, Pink and Jackie Annuals, first-time flares and John Travolta overload, then THIS is the book for you!

(I'm such a marketing slut, me!)

An excerpt ... (indulge me, it's my Birthday!)

This is a little piece from the book I'm working on at the moment.  My teenage character has somehow been transported back to 1979 and her mother's house - who is the same age as her.  Here, they're chatting to her mum's Nan....

‘She’s got these hot irons, Nan.’

            ‘Straighteners,’ I tell her. Then worry that this might be too much information and might change the course of history.  Would it?  ‘They’re very big in America,’ I add just to make it seem more believable that Julie has never seen any before.

            ‘Like my curling tongs only flat.’ Julie explains.  ‘And my hair feels really nice – but it’s not very fashionable.  Nothing like Jill Monroe in Charlie’s Angels.’ She swishes her lovely golden mane around her shoulders and I wonder how come she’s so difficult to please?

            ‘Oh yes the girl who’s married to that nice Six Million Dollar Man…,’ her Nan nods.  ‘Now she’s very attractive, Julie, but you really mustn’t go around wanting to be somebody you’re not.  It’s not good for you.  You are who you are and you have to make the most of it – not try to turn yourself into somebody else…’

            ‘I’m not, Nan!’ Julie scowls crossly.  ‘I just like the way she looks – everybody wants to be Farrah Fawcett Majors.  Everybody!’

            ‘I don’t,’ her Nan winks over at me.

            ‘Neither do I,’ I wink back.

            Ah - there’s nothing like bonding with your great grandmother (deceased).