The letter from the Tooth Fairy – Saturday Spotlight with Amy Lynch

We’re excited to welcome Amy Lynch to the Saturday Spotlight. Amy is an Irish author of women’s commercial fiction and writing  is her passion. She loves to write humorous romantic fiction, but not always with fairy tale  endings! She has published fiction in magazines, and has  worked in the charity sector for twelve years. She is  married with two young children. When she is not writing,  Amy can be found juggling school lunches and two Shetland pony-sized rescue dogs. Now,  how’s that for multi-tasking? Amy is the author of two novels, Bride Without A Groom and Does My Bump Look Big In This? Her third novel is in progress.

Over to Amy …

The tooth fairy made her very first visit to the Lynch house last night. Let’s just say that on an excitement scale of one to ten, it was an eleven. You see, during a posh Sunday lunch at the golf club with the in-laws, out popped my six year old daughter’s tiny bottom tooth. Next thing you know, I’m scrambling under the table to find it, as my daughter squeals in delight. The tooth had been wiggling about all week, threatening to escape, and the little keepsake box from her teacher was at the ready.

Amy in garden 2Now, paper money, the child informed the amused grown-ups at the table, is better than coin money. And sometimes, she educated us, the fairy left little letters to the children. Some of the girls in her class had lost teeth, you see, so she was quite up to date on the old tooth fairy etiquette. Our younger child was less interested in tooth fairies. He was busy cramming the remaining profiteroles in his chocolate-smeared gob while his sister created a charming distraction. You have to admire the little guy, he didn’t waste an opportunity.

‘Ah yes,’ my mother-in-law winked, ‘the children must be in bed early tonight. They must be asleep when she comes.’

Afraid to miss out on the cold hard cash, the kids were out like a light. This was handy, because my husband and I got to watch back to back uninterrupted episodes of ‘Game of Thrones.’ Before going to bed, my husband put a large two Euro coin into the little white box, along with the teeniest letter you’ve ever seen. The mastermind behind the letter, of course, was me. It was a complex, long-winded note, explaining that the tooth fairy (Frenchy) was going to use the tooth to make a necklace for her sister (Pinky) whose birthday it was, and that there was to be a great ball held in Fairyland, and all of the fairies would be dancing in the moonlight. And yes, before you ask, I’d had a large glass of wine before writing it.

At exactly six forty five on a Bank Holiday Monday morning (blast that flipping tooth fairy, this was even earlier than Christmas morning) the children leapt from their beds, exclaiming the good news. The tooth fairy, as promised, had come up with the goods.

Amy bookshopWhat delighted us the most was not that our daughter insisted that she was going to treat the entire extended family (including long lost cousins) to ice-creams with her mega two Euro coin, but that she was able to read the teeny letter aloud, all by herself. In fact, she read it to everyone we met today.

The love of reading comes from me. When I was little, dad and I used to adore flicking lazily through The Beano. Later, we progressed to Roald Dahl, our library cards frayed at the edges from frequent Saturday visits. When I close my eyes, the illustrations by Quentin Blake are still visible in my mind. These days, I’m reading ‘The Magic Finger’ to the children, who share my love of Roald Dahl, and have a library card each.

At eight o’clock every night, my daughter begs for more time before lights out, so that she can finish reading. She permanently has a pen in her hand, doodling and writing constantly. At night, I creep into their bedroom, avoid the creaky floorboard, and remove the pen from her little hand.  She says that when she grows up, she wants to write books, just like her mummy. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. When I look at my daughter, I see the same love of reading and writing, the same hard-working, chatty personality, the same freckled nose. The bookworm gene, I now see, passes from one generation to the next. And just think of all the wonderful stories just waiting to be enjoyed!

Bride Without a Groom is Amy’s debut novel, and was launched by Harper Collins UK in June of this year.

Rebecca has chosen the most luscious, five tiered, wedding cake. The engagement ring that she has selected is celebrity inspired. The wedding singer is on speed dial. He doesn’t usually do Michael Bolton, but as it’s for a first dance he’ll make an exception. Father Maguire is checking dates for the parish church as we speak. The deposit on the white sand honeymoon is paid for in full on Barry’s card. She has fallen for an ivory lace couture gown that is to die for. The down payment may require her to sell a left kidney, but it will be worth it. Isn’t that why you have two?

There’s one teeny tiny problem. It’s nothing, really. No need to panic! It’s just that Barry has yet to propose. Says he’s not ready! He can be a bit of a kill joy that way. It’s time to face the harsh reality – Rebecca is a bride without a groom!

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Thanks for joining us, Amy. We wish you continued success with your writing.

Alys & Jessica xx

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6 thoughts on “The letter from the Tooth Fairy – Saturday Spotlight with Amy Lynch

  1. Oh, how I wish my own children had inherited my bookworm gene! Unfortunately, none of them really read and I’m now pinning my hopes on it skipping a generation and landing safely in my grandchildren.
    Love the sound of Bride Without a Groom. Now that’s a girl who knows what she wants! 🙂
    Thanks for dropping by, Amy. Lovely post. Made me very nostalgic for the days when the tooth fairy visited our house. Apart from that one night when she forgot, which caused uproar, until a note was discovered, thankfully, explaining that she’d collected so many teeth that night she couldn’t manage another but would be back the following night to take it. As I recall, she left slightly higher payment that time. Must have been guilt…

  2. Great story, Amy! I can relate. A couple of years ago, I came home from a book signing to my 8-year old daughter having a ‘signing’ of her own. She’d pulled some books from our shelf and drew some sketches for signs and even had an author pic (with bio – somewhat) – framed, sitting on her table. It was precious. Thanks for sharing your sweet story with us. Congrats on your feature today!

  3. I’m the same Sharon, none of my children are into reading and it breaks my heart. I’ve kept all my books thinking that I could pass them on one day. Amy it sounds like you have an amazing family, it’s really sweet that your daughter wants to be just like you. She sounds a little bit like my granddaughter who has thankfully inherited my love of books and is always wanting more notebooks, pens, etc. The toothfairy used to cause so much trauma in our house because I’m terrified of teeth so wobbly teeth were a definite no for me. I used to send them packing to see their dad. Brilliant post and good luck with the books.

    Helen xx

  4. Comment from my granddaughter ‘my friend at school told me she gets £2 from the tooth fairy’ (our little one gets £1). Quick as a flash my daughter replied, ‘Oh I expect she lives in a different post code!’

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