teacups for teaser tuesdays


Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by A Daily Rhythm.

Today’s featured book has been resting on Pippa, my Kindle, for a while.  It is from an author I have enjoyed, so I am eager to now begin.  One Moment, One Morning, is from Sarah Rayner.






Intro:  (Monday) (07:58)

Lou is pretending to be asleep, but out of the corner of her eye she is watching the woman opposite put on her make-up.  She always finds it fascinating, watching other women do this, constructing themselves, on the train.  Lou never wears make-up, really, other than for very special occasions, and although she can understand it saves time, she finds it odd—choosing to make the transformation from private to public persona whilst commuting.  It takes away the mystery, covering the blemishes, thickening the lashes, widening the eyes, plumping the cheeks, surrounded by people.  And on the seven forty-four to Victoria, Lou is surrounded by people:  most of them silent; many of them asleep, or at least dozing; some of them reading, and a few, a minority, chatting.


Teaser:  The kettle has come to a boil.  Absently Lou fishes for a tea bag, puts it in a mug, pours the water.  As she does so, she considers:  how do these events cast light on the way she herself lives?  Does she know who she is?  Do others? (p. 65).


Blurb:  The Brighton to London line. The 7:44 am train. Cars packed with commuters. One woman occupies her time observing the people around her. Opposite, a girl puts on her make-up. Across the aisle, a husband strokes his wife’s hand. Further along, another woman flicks through a glossy magazine. Then, abruptly, everything changes: a man collapses, the train is stopped, and an ambulance is called.
For at least three passengers on the 7:44 on that particular morning, life will never be the same again. There’s Lou, in an adjacent seat, who witnesses events first hand. Anna, who’s sitting further up the train, impatient to get to work. And Karen, the man’s wife.
Telling the story of the week following that fateful train journey, One Moment, One Morning is a stunning novel about love and loss, about family and – above all- friendship. A stark reminder that, sometimes, one moment is all it takes to shatter everything. Yet it also reminds us that somehow, despite it all, life can and does go on.


What do you think?  Would you keep reading?  I know that I am intrigued.





  1. Literary Feline

    What a pretty cover! I like the introduction and teaser you shared as well. Like you, I am intrigued.

    I know all too well how one event can change everything. How devestating it can be. And how life must go on.


  2. I am in total sync with the narrator on the subject of public make-up application. Aside from that, I like the premise of the book. I’d keep reading.

    (Thank you for the change in print color. It is much easier for me to read as there is good contrast between the printing and the background.)


  3. I loved the opening paragraph because it’s something my dad has often commented on during his commute to inner London! I can totally see why you’d be eager to start this one 🙂 Books like these, which have multiple narrators who all seem to turn around one moment, always fascinate me because they’re often quite intricate! I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for sharing 🙂 I hope you have a great week!
    My Tuesday post
    Juli @ Universe in Words


  4. Oh, I think this one sounds very good. In fact, I’m going to go see if my library has it. Loved the part about watching the woman put on make-up. At least she wasn’t driving and putting it on. And the man collapsing – sad. I’d keep reading!


  5. Ooh I’ve never heard of this author before but I love this writing and the blurb sounds like it has the potential be a really good story. And I am definitely the girl doing her make on the train – every day ha, I like to save time 🙂 Thanks for sharing, I’m going to look into this one.


Please leave your thoughts. Comments, not awards, feed my soul. Thanks!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.