Being Miss 
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Thank you for your interest in 'Being Miss', my first book. Published 2014. 

Notable comments:

Fiona Veitch Smith, author of the 'Poppy Denby Investigates' series: 

5 star review

Miss is the Bridget Jones of the teaching profession - minus the quest for a husband (she's already got one, but she might give him up for Johnny Depp ...). Her hysterical antics - and gems of inspiration - as she stumbles through an ordinary school day will have you running to the loo. Fran Hill, who from her bio is a real-life teacher, has no doubt drawn on personal experience in telling her tale of a middle-aged, recently qualified teacher in an independent boys' school. What I particularly liked about this book was how Hill has not fallen into the trap of many comic writers of simply stringing together set-piece comic scenes. This is a well-constructed and paced novella with a compelling over-arching narrative. Hill walks the fine line between pathos and humour and in many of the scenes you will think 'if I don't laugh I'll cry'. A fine debut from this gifted writer. I can't wait to read more.

Philip S Davies, author of the 'Destiny's Rebel' trilogy

5 star review 

This book is great. A day in the life of a Secondary School English teacher, it is told with warmth, wit and self-deprecating humour. There are laugh out loud moments, and the author's mixture of exasperation with, and affection for, her students is brilliantly portrayed. I'd never really thought about what school is like from the teacher's point of view, but now I know. Well done, Fran. Keep writing, and we look forward to many more like this.

About Me:

I'm a middle-aged, pedantic-about-apostrophes, English-teaching, book-obsessed, cardigan-wearing grandmother with a keen eye for the funny, absurd side of life. What I observe, I put down in writing. Over the last 20 years, I've been published on-line and off-line, most notably on education in TES and emagazine and in faith publications such as Woman Alive. 


I'm a member of the Society of Authors and the Association of Christian Writers. In 2016-2017 I was selected for the prestigious Writing West Midlands Room 204 mentorship programme for emerging writers. 

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It's only Lesson 1 of the teaching day and already 'Miss' is in trouble. A boy's parents have complained about her and the headteacher is less than happy. Will she lose her job?

Read Fran Hill’s funny novella-length account of one day in the life of 'Miss', in her 40s but new to teaching. It’s based on real experience. It’s an insight into the classroom you’ll never forget. And, as 'Miss' stumbles through her day, you’ll feel much better about yourself.

Title : Being Miss 

Author: Fran Hill

Genre: Fiction, Education

ISBN-13: 978-1-78510-340-7

No. of Pages: 126

Formats: Paperback/ebook

Publisher: Feedaread Self-Publishing

Released: 2014

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Reviews and Recommendations:

Nick James - Amazon review - 5 stars

I don't often laugh out loud when reading, but Being Miss has actually elicited from me audible gurgles of mirth. I loved Fran Hill's ability to laugh at her narrative self - a witty, crazy teacher who packs a punch in her teaching of English in an all-boys' school, whilst wading knee-deep through faux-pas and farce. Outlandish and yet true-to-life, this is a feel-good mood lightener, and I look forward to the next one.

V Bright - Amazon review - 5 stars

A brilliantly funny story that recounts an eventful day in the life of a teacher in a secondary school for boys. Everyone thinking about becoming a teacher of any kind should read this book. The message that comes through time and again is that a sense of humour is an absolute necessity, likewise the will to survive against all odds, and an underlying love for young people! As an ex-teacher I loved it. Be careful where you read this book, as you will almost certainly laugh out loud!


Book Sample :

            The Head, whose smile this morning has a Christopher Lee quality to it, invites me to sit down with a nod. He passes me a document, again without saying a word.  I only have to glance at it before the tsunami in my nether regions gathers momentum.

            It’s a letter from the parents of a sixth-former called George, and they have listed in bullet points (bang bang bang) all the comments I wrote on an essay of his the previous week.  Not all of them were appropriate.  I had, I admit, sipped a glass of wine while marking his essay, to take the edge off the agony while marking it.  He’d copied his first attempt at the task from a friend, word for word, so I’d forced George to rewrite it himself. 

            It hadn’t been an improvement, hence the Pinot.

            The Head looks at me.  His eyebrows say ‘Well?’  I tell him the story of how George had plagiarised his first attempt and then how frustrated I’d been with the low standard of the rewrite.  I do it with excessive Uriah Heepish ‘umbleness, all the while feeling damp patches underneath my arms and watching the Head’s impassive expression for any hint of understanding or fellow-feeling.  I don’t mention the wine.

            ‘None of what you say,’ he says, after a long silence, ‘excuses you from writing in the margin, “If I read any more, George, I swear I’ll top myself.”  Does it?’

            ‘Er … no, Headmaster.  It doesn’t.’

            ‘Or,’ he says, leaning forward to take the paper back so he can read to me verbatim my own death sentence, ‘what you apparently wrote at the end. “Handy hint - carry on copying Stephen.”’

            ‘Um -’

            ‘Nor,’ he continues, ‘does it warrant you not using the usual A to E grade range,  and giving him a Z.’

            ‘No, no, I guess not.’

            He doesn’t seem angry - just disappointed, and tired.  I wish he’d throw a paperweight or something.  There’s a tense and painful caesura during which he sighs and closes his eyes and I wonder if he’s dozed off.  Should I scoot out of his room and head for Richmond Bridge with boulders in my pockets?