Introducing… Eva Verde by SJV
2021/02/24  |  By:   |  Features  |  

Verde useI was delighted to be asked, but unsure of what to write for my first Books and The City feature. It’s mid-February, mid-lockdown – what’s happening in the Verde household? Truthfully, not a lot. Like most folk, my most honest response when asked how things are lately, is that I am coping. I’ll be grateful to rejoin the real world once it’s safe, but I’d rather sit tight till it is.

Yet, I am no stranger to being patient. Or being hopeful. As an emerging writer, trying to get my work noticed, I had grown accustomed to a life in limbo. From submitting my first three chapters for a competition, to finding an agent, every stage of the path to publication has involved gargantuan amounts of waiting.

And I’m not too sure about patience being a virtue, but it’s certainly a life skill. At a time when the world feels especially scary; worrying about the health of loved ones, worrying about the health of strangers, the odd mix of angst, empathy and sadness that accompany my thoughts as I watch another news report, or read another painful tweet, I try telling myself that most things, just like always, are beyond my control anyway. And though I no longer can plan or predict, it’s spontaneity and physical contact that I can’t help longing for. I want to read to my niece and nephew, to hug my oldest mates, and be able to hug new friends, too. And touch hands as we talk or try each other’s food in noisy restaurants. I want to kiss and laugh and see whole faces. I want the world to feel like it’s turning again. My coping mechanism this past year has been simply to try keeping buoyant within my own four walls – ensuring my family’s ok is the best I can do, right now. Accept a life on pause and stop fighting it. I try losing myself in a book, or a film, or by having baths at odd times of the day, and, if only temporarily, it takes me away from all I’m missing – and keeps the news and the catastrophe that is politics at bay, too.

Patiently coping. Always hoping. Just like with the writing.

I’ve been more than a little bit blessed, by having the journey of my book, Lives Like Mine, as distraction too. While the limbo-life in my homely little bubble continues; a giddy mix of repetition; housework, homeschool, with the odd attempt to write on the side, it’s a comfort that it’s business as usual in the world of publishing. It’s been my one solid Saviour, the stream of books I’ve still been able to buy, and my purse is very glad that my shopping sprees only stretch as far as books and tealights. This time of pausing offered me a chance to think, too. To brace myself for what’s to come. Though undoubtedly exciting, and everything I’ve worked madly for, the reality that my debut novel Lives Like Mine will be published in June, also leaves me terrified. While it feels like I’m on the top diving board, anticipating my jump and terrified of heights, it is also worth remembering all that’s behind me. What got me here, to this point. All the uncertainty, the waiting and self-sabotaging thoughts about whether my writing was good enough, whether the dream of seeing my words in Waterstones would ever become a reality. And if all that worrying had not a single shred of influence over my writing future, what good can I source from those mountains of anxious waiting I’ve already endured to get here, on the cusp on publication? What good are nerves until June?

And what about hope?

Hope is why I persisted, why, when the rejections came and crushed me, I’d lick my wounds and crack back on. I’d cope, and still hope.

So, for now, I surrender, finding pleasure in the smallest of beauties, like three fairy cakes baked by one of the kids, or double breakfast because hey, we’re all in joggers anyway. A family walk, and while the kids fight and argue their way across the fields, I think good. Expend that energy, because when we get home, we can collapse guilt free into the sofa with piles of cheese on toast and rubbish telly. Nothing much can happen, and in some ways, it is exactly the time I have craved. To press pause. Have time to do absolutely nothing. Stop that mad cycle of useless worry in my head.

And if there’s one thing guaranteed to make me hopeful, it’s Spring. There are hints of it, from me writing this at gone five while it’s still daylight, to the sprinklings of daffodils and crocuses across the railway verge at the back of my house. At last! A sign of life beyond the endless winter of January that felt more like a decade. With lighter, brighter days ahead, I wait not only for the gentle return to my version of normality, but to the excitements of life as a published author, too.

I can’t help but feel positive. For all good things ahead. For all of us.

And here’s to new friends on the other side.


Eva x


‘Londoner Eva Verde’s Lives Like Mine explores the theme of a school-run affair and the complications and joys it brings to a dual-heritage mother struggling with her intolerant in-laws’ Independent

‘a thought provoking read about racism and relationships’ Good Housekeeping

‘With a fresh and authentic voice and a perfectly imperfect heroine, Lives Like Mine is an assured debut from a writer who’s going to go far’ Red

‘Full of grit, raw emotion and flawed characters you can sympathise with, you’ll still feel its emotional punch days after finishing’ Heat


To three small children, their heritage dual like hers.

To a mother who immigrated to make a better life but has been rejected by her chosen country.

To a man who loves her but who will not defend her to his intolerant family.

Whose roles now define her and trap her in a life she no longer recognises…

Meet Monica, the flawed heroine at the heart of LIVES LIKE MINE.

With her three children in school, Monica finds herself wondering if this is all there is. Despite all the effort and the smiles, in the mirror she sees a woman hollowed out from putting everyone else first, tolerating her in-laws’ intolerance, and wondering if she has a right to complain when she’s living the life that she has created for herself.

Then along comes Joe, a catalyst for change in the guise of a flirtatious parent on the school run. Though the sudden spark of their affair is hedonistic and oh so cathartic, Joe soon offers a friendship that shows Monica how to resurrect and honour the parts of her identity that she has long suppressed. He is able to do for Monica what Dan has never managed to, enabling her both to face up to a past of guilty secrets and family estrangements, and to redefine her future.


‘A deeply emotive and incredibly authentic story. I loved it for its brutal honesty’ ***** Kirsty

‘Eva Verde is a talented writer, and you’ll be drawn into this book’ **** Barbara

‘This is a compelling, thought provoking book and such an amazing debut! It’s fresh, funny and sharp, but also deals with real, sensitive issues’ Charlene, read her full review here.

‘Eva Verde has created a story that is powerful, painful and wholly believable. Themes of love, loss and cultural identity are woven together, held in place by strong multilayered characters and contemporary events. This was a book that provoked every emotion. It made me gasp with shock and anger, it made me laugh and it made me cry. Beautifully written from a place of honesty and reflection, this one is a keeper.’ Rachel, read her full review here.


‘A brilliant read’ **** Victoria

‘A great look at interracial relationships and dynamics, alongside a pre mid-life crisis and deep rooted family issues’ **** Sophia


‘A really thought provoking read about racism, relationships and the messiness of families. I thought it was a brilliant read’ ***** Kirsty

‘A wonderful read, I couldn’t put it down’ ***** Mel

‘A powerful and very moving story’ ***** Karen





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