Book tour: Four Weddings & a Fiasco - Catherine Ferguson

Meet Katy Peacock. She has a fun-filled life as colourful as her name, and you can always rely on her to be the life and soul of any party. And it’s a good job too, given she spends her weekends photographing other people’s weddings.

Yet underneath it all, things aren’t so good. Her wedding photography business has fallen on tough times, and she’s had her heart broken more times than she cares to remember.

But she’ll get through it, she knows she will. She just needs to avoid best men, bad men, and ushers of any variety. Oh dear…

My opinion.

Four Weddings & A Fiasco is as fun and entertaining as you'd expect from both title and cover. With a main character that photographs weddings for a living, you just know you're in for a treat: lots of wedding disasters, drunk guests, fun bridal parties and romantic moments. And that sums up both Katy's experiences and the "vibe" of the book perfectly. It was a joy to read.I can't wait to research a photographer for my own wedding now, and I know I'll have endless respect for him/her on the day, as well as a clear idea what sort of a bride I don't want to be!As a main character, Katy is just perfect. I love her job and personality, but I mostly love that her struggles and insecurities bring something more original to the genre. Very refreshing!

I also really enjoyed the secondary story lines and the beauty of the "older generation" which usually wouldn't get a chance to shine in a book like this. 

If only a picture could to this gorgeous, shiny golden cover justice.

 

Read part IV of Catherine's short story:

ONE BRIDE AND A BOMBSHELL

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Camilla turned out to be one of those women it’s impossible to put an age to. With her flamboyantly flowing dress and scarf in mauves and pinks, distinctive purple winged glasses and stiffly-lacquered bleached blonde bun, she could have been anything from late forties to a very well-preserved sixty-five.

She gave my hand an icy shake and proceeded to grill me over my experience, her sharp eyes looming spookily large through the lenses of her glasses.

‘A photographer’s assistant should be invisible,’ she declared. ‘You should be wallpaper, unless I instruct you otherwise.’

I didn’t see how this approach could possibly encourage creativity, but I went along with it. It seemed to me that what Camilla wanted was an obedient little mouse following in her magnificent wake. As long as I didn’t push myself forward, do anything outrageous off my own bat or take better photos than Camilla, I’d probably be fine.

My tea grew cold and the bourbon biscuits lay untouched as I put my all into coming across as willing and extremely humble – the perfect person for the position of Camilla Radcliffe’s new assistant.

Even so, I wasn’t expecting the news to be good.

But amazingly, Camilla’s secretary called the very next day to say Camilla wanted to give me a trial. I could assist at her next wedding, if I’d like to.

If I’d like to?

I accepted in a sober, professional tone. Then I yelled, ‘Woo-hoo!’ to the world in general, before double-checking to make sure I had actually ended the call.

I had. So then I did an improvised Highland Fling around the living room, which ended in me knocking a cheese plant off the shelf and spilling soil all over the carpet.

I didn’t have long to wait for my trial wedding.

It was happening on a Saturday, so the night before, I travelled back to Willows Edge, a host of butterflies fluttering in my stomach at the thought of landing my very first job in the weddings industry. I had it all planned. I’d do my nails and have an early night so I’d be fresh as a daisy for the following day.

My sister, however, had different plans for me…

Be sure to check out all the previous AND upcoming posts on the tour!