How to Tell if You're in a Christian Historical Novel

Inspired by those AWESOME articles in The Toast


someone sets fire to your barn

there's no midwife in town and Eppy’s child is breech.

the mercantile is out of homespun calico

the stove in the schoolhouse sputters and embers catch in your eye just as the dashingly enigmatic new sheriff visits to pay you his compliments as guardian of his orphaned nephew (who is precocious but endearing)

you have a picture of your deceased parents in your reticule but the memory fades in your heart

the civil war embittered the man you hope will court you and he's still in love with his dead wife.

you answered the advertisement for helpmeets and you're on a train, the barren land whizzing past the window and taking your childhood in its stride. Down the track a widower awaits you. You've never kissed a man. You send a million cluttered musings heavenward.

You burned the bumbleberry pie

The cows are diseased

No one has fixed the fence.

There are not enough italics in the world to match the prayers inspired by the new minister’s homily on Ephesians

The oldest Wilcott child has dyslexia but it is not, as of yet, a diagnosable disease.

Will no one teach the gruff –but- gold-hearted blacksmith to read?

Your sewing circle has been stuck in Proverbs 31 for weeks

“With God as the center of your lives, you will build a home with grace as the foundation.”

Your new bustle is torn by your run-in with a stowaway sheep and an un-sturdy carriage wheel.

The banker- philanthropist-mayor-real estate-mining-tycoon is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

A few Davinier shots

I loved Belle so much I saw it twice ( read my review here ).

A big part of why I loved the film so much was the hero who is just a totally Rachel-approved hero and one half of one of my favourite movie love stories in an age.

Seriously, it has been awhile.  Anyways. so I found you some pictures of Belle and John Davinier and you can go and gush and swoon.  SWOON

*Swoon*

Where am I?

A few recent writing endeavours:


My review of For Such a Time for Novel Crossing
My picks for Top 5 Swoon-Worthy Heroes for Novel Crossing 
My review of the AMAZING film Belle for Breakpoint 

a bunny in a bookstore

One of my best friends got married on the weekend in gorgeous Port Hope, Ontario.  Port Hope has some great architecture and history ---and was even home to Joseph Scriven who wrote the hymn "What a Friend we Have in Jesus"


Another awesome thing? The venue for Jess' wedding played the role of Kingsport Ladies' College in Anne of Green Gables and its sequel. (Remember stupid Jenn Pringle? ) Because so much of the Anne movies and Road to Avonlea are filmed in gorgeous little towns around Toronto, I should start a walking tour business. Sorry, people, PEI is not used as much as you think it is....   here is a look at how Port Hope was used in the Anne movies 

It also has some great bookstores. Gryphon Books always has a little bunny hopping around and my friend and I made Bambi the bunny's greater acquaintance while book browsing

 best book  bunny EVER

Bambi loves books

Heirs and Spares by J L Spohr

[From author's website :Visit J L Spohr on the web ]

Heirs and Spares is a book that never would’ve been on my radar if Hillary hadn’t mentioned it and I would’ve been sad because this book filled me with giddy joy.  It’s very much a tale of medieval political intrigue but while historically perfect is set in a completely fictional time replete of any recognizable figures. Thus, Spohr can play with her elaborate puppet show and she does: with a wink and a smile.

Oddly, it kind of creates an entirely new genre. There are thematic elements and the playing of scripture and religion and higher power which put one in mind of a Christian fiction novel ---and yet, there are gloriously lustily sequences which more than hint that the characters are involved in *ahem* fun exertions.   Spohr is an ordained minister and her knowledge of the Bible and of religion in past times is quite apparent here and infused intelligently. 

The sheer joy of this book is the personality effused on every page.  Spohr LOVES writing these people, they are her dearest friends and their gorgeous, opulent castle life is like her Barbie Dream Doll house and we, lucky readers, get a front row seat in the action of a brilliantly imaginative mind .

King William needs a queen and there’s a shortlist of gorgeous maidens; but he settles on the smart and spunky Annelore who is one of the most believable heroines in recent fiction I have read. Vulnerable and strong, Annelore is afeared of her sudden power as much as she is skeptical of a king she believes to be a brute.  Their matrimony is met with great excitement by the kingdom but with believable reticence on the part of both Annelore and Wills.   Perhaps the most perfectly executed scene ( believe me there are many contenders ) occurs just after the marriage ceremony as Wills and Annelore greet the commoners and Wills presents his wife for the first time. Annelore bows to the multitudes in a completely unprecedented and certainly unnecessary act: humbly winning their love without the slightest hint of conniving.

Their love is a slow-blooming one grounded in friendship first and foremost: a marriage of equal minds and sparkly banter that transcends the usual swooning and flirting of books of this ilk.   Realistically, Annelore---having often acted as a midwife in her home village---is mortified of childbirth and thus very hesitant to perform her wifely duties. There is something so soft and vulnerable and sweet about these early scenes: William knowing that conjugal duty and consummation is expected of a kingdom in need of an heir, but pressed to ensure that he is treating Annelore as a lady and Annelore wanting to do her utmost yet understandably shy knowing the high mortality rate of women who made it to the end stage of pregnancy.

I also genuinely enjoyed the relationship between Annelore and her father: who is saddened to lose a daughter whose mind he respects and whose character he treasures even as he knows she will do himself and her mother’s memory proud with her royal duties.

There are whispers of treason and the often unsavoury appearance of Annelore’s childhood flame; but they are just threads to add to the tapestry as a whole.  This is a story focused on the burgeoning relationship of two monarchs fumbling their way toward their magnanimous destiny while realistically and normally confronting each and every circumstance as one would expect two young people new to the job.

Wills does well at respecting Annelore’s opinion: immediately regarding her as an equal and finding himself attracted to her character more than he was attracted to some of the –erm—more physical charms of Annelore’s early competitors for crown.

I am so eager to dive into this world again and hang out with Wills and Annelore: they are friends --- book friends--- the best kind of friends 

QUOTE TIME :

"Think nothing of it, your Grace, the king said, "A lady who speaks her mind is one to be admired, is she not?"

"After a month of flattering fathers and fluttering eyelashes, William and his men reached Duven, the last duchy on their tour."

"She gave a laugh like a dove and blushed. Adorable."

"Acid burned Anna's stomach. Being bowed to, even by her father, was just one of the horrid things she'd never get used to."

"Beaubourg is no proper place for a girl of your mind, Anna. Love in a marriage you may not find, but you will find a whole world of ideas and knowledge..."

"Let him slay marauders in the woods and write laments to the stars for all we care."

"Then a smile, small and beatific like a Madonna's in an icon, played across her face. And he knew no matter what happened between them, he would remember this moment. The moment he watched a terrified girl become a queen."

"Oh-ho, so 'twas not merely my good teeth that brought you back?

"And where might we find that in the Scriptures?"

"The Lord has appeared to all number of people in dreams," William jumped back on the bed and rolled to her side. "And I do believe there was wrestling involved, at least once."

She looked down at him: "The wrestling you speak of and the wrestling of Jacob aren't quite the same thing."

"What did this all mean? Why did she feel as though some vital internal organ had left her body when those doors closed after him?"

"he tool hold of her hand. Her entire body responded as if he'd kissed her."

"Indeed my dear, that little head of yours does a mite bit more than look pretty."

"William the Just, am I?"

She threw up her hands: "I don't know what they call ye, William--- I made it up. 'Tis beside the point."

He grabbed her dour face and covered it with kisses. "Ah my darling wife, how glad you've made me."

"If calling you an ass gives you joy, I've a few other words I might share."

"You're the only person who's ever caused me to quake in their presence," he said, "That includes when my brother wanted me dead." He went to his knees in front of her, taking hold of her hands. "You have the power to completely unhinge me. I hate that."

City of Jasmine by Deanna Raybourn

I am book-crushing on this book so hard I cannot even think straight.

I just wander around dreamily and want to draw Gabriel's name over and over on a notebook, scribbling hearts around it.

City of Jasmine is all of the books you love and all of the banter you love spanning through all of the great romances you love.  Its Lawrence of Arabia setting is populated by the brilliant aviatrix Evangeline Starke. Years ago at a New Year's Eve party on the cusp of the Great War, Evie met the dashing and improbably charming Gabriel Starke and eloped with him.  But as fast as you can say Percy Blakeney is a Demm'd Elusive Pimpernel he changed and got cold and their passion flickered dim.  Evie found herself married to a stranger and drew up divorce papers just as Gabriel was reported lost with the Lusitania.

Five years after his death, she senses him around her: in an old song and photograph, a few cryptic messages, the fact that try as she might to escape to the other side of the world--barnstorming with beautiful lipstick and gorgeously taut curls-- he is never far from her mind. Thus, it is rather convenient when he turns out to be not-quite dead after all.  In fact, very much alive and very much on the trail of a priceless religious artifact.

Nothing says couples' therapy like wandering through the desert being swung at, sliced at and shot at alongside a man who has become a stranger in life while still haunting your dreams.

If a book can be heartbreaking and beautifully funny at the same time: if it can have the first tang of a martini with immediate rush of intoxication even before your fingers fully tingle --- it is this.  If it can act as a looking glass to which you see, in heightened coloured goodness, all of the romances that have swept you into the past, then this is it.  This is it. This is Charles Boyer describing the subway to Hedy Lamar in Algiers. This is Percy kissing the stone steps where Marguerite's slipper has trod in The Scarlet Pimpernel this is Emerson Radcliffe and Amelia Peabody's first shirt-button-popping encounter in Elizabeth Peters' series.

And yet-- it is the best homage: for even as it wades wistfully into the great romances of the past, so Raybourn's voice is charmingly unique and knowing --- a sly wink and a raised glass --she knows you know and the whole thing is just jolly fun with this achingly perfect self consciousness.


  I cannot express how breathlessly in love with this book I am. I read it first in one sitting and then picked it up and began at the beginning and it has been lulling around in my brain like an unending tune ever since.


Can we have a moment to nod to Longfellow here and his ballad to gorgeous L'Acadie? Poetry is a major motif in the prequel novella Whisper of Jasmine as in this novel and it is five times more swoon worthy than the most blatantly visceral sequence d'amour you might ever read.    The characters are pitch perfect, the banter is sublime ( stay tuned for an entire blog post JUST on my favourite quotes) and the setting--oh the gloriously be-jewelled setting, sonorous and sweet with opaque and turquoise tones, whiffs of gorgeous scents, the lushly harsh desert, ancient ruins and the hint of mysticism at an artifact linked to Christ.


I cannot handle this book. I am just going to go pass out from sheer love in a corner and someone can bring me smelling salts.  I have been ruined for real life, I died a thousand deaths and I still taste my favourite words on the tip of my tongue.  This is a book I want to dream in.

NOTE: prequel novella is awesome and less than 2.00 buy them BOTH http://www.amazon.com/Whisper-Jasmine-Deanna-Raybourn-ebook/dp/B00G79ZNJ6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400605569&sr=8-1&keywords=whisper+of+jasmine

Books I Read and Don't Have the Time to Write Full Reviews of all of them for Right Now

Villette by Charlotte Bronte
This is a go-to book for me but I hadn't read it in the past few years and it is seminal work in the Rachel canon interrupted by a few seminal years of personal growth. Could Lucy Snowe hold up?  What I learned is this: she is a dour and depressing heroine with a very interesting and weighty narrative that is, of course, genius. Graham Bretton is still a d-bag and Paul Emmanuel!
WELL! enough of these Byronic gruff heroes. Dudes a chauvinistic brute! he gets mad ALL THE TIME. He just yells at her and she sometimes stands up for herself; but I kinda just want her to roll her eyes and go: "he is SO not worth it" --but then he drowns and leaves her a school and her independence so she can eat all the
 brioches she wants and wear her red dress ( which is actually pink, M. Paul) and dream of dead nuns. Sounds like fun, Lucy! Also, your dead guy OWNED slaves. He sucks.

Simply Sara by Hillary Manton Lodge

Sara snuck away from the Amish world in the trunk of her brother’s girlfriends car and has immersed herself in English culture. There’s a lot to learn for fresh fish-out-of-the-water Sara. Luckily, she has a group of good friends---including her brother Levi and his girlfriend Jayne to help her. She watches movies, tries makeup, eats all sorts of interesting and fun things ( mostly thanks to her delightful foodie friend Gemma) and even lands a job at a local bookstore.

For me, the most interesting aspect of the novel was the realization of how difficult it would be for a young woman raised Amish to transpose herself into city life: from her first inklings of romance through her pursuit of a degree at Art School, I found Sara’s journey to be believable. I also liked a moment where the gruff-bookstore-employer/love interest reads Sara to sleep over the phone with some Narnia. Cute.

Ruth: Mother of Kings Diana Wallis Taylor I think the strongest aspect of this book was the cadence it held throughout which put me in mind of reading the rhythm of scripture. It must be difficult to revisit a story so often retold in fiction and Wallis Taylor's rendition especially differentiated itself in its inclusion of Reubenite history ( not just Moabite ) and in the backstory of Boaz and his family.

The Diviners Margaret Laurence
So my landlady had some books out to donate to charity and this was on top and I was like: did I read this in high school ( I read so much Laurence in high school ) and I couldn't remember so I read it and then I remembered I had.  And do you know what made me remember? My loathing for Morag. URGH! what is it with Margaret Laurence's heroines that make me want to throw things? It's bleak and sparse and an Atwood-ordained masterpiece, I am sure --but I am just too daft-- or too idealistic --or something and I can RESPECT it while not quite loving it.  Canadian Literature, everyone!


A Talent for Trouble by Jen Turano

This book was a little too light with a few too many conflicts between the hero Grayson Sumner ( who is basically just a brooder archetype with few unique elements of his own )and the feisty Felicia Murdock that could’ve been solved with just a casual conversation. I like a little meat in my historicals and I am not the ideal reader of this book. There were some interesting historical tidbits and I like the New York setting. This is my second Turano read and is a lot smoother to flip through than the first. I also like all of the euphemisms used to remind us that Felicia is well-endowed in the bust department. I found this genuinely funny because we don’t see a lot of busty CBA heroines.

The Language of Flowers: my friend Amy has been after me to read this for awhile and then it seemed everyone else loved this book, too. So I read it. It is a gorgeously lyrical exposition of love and loss that switches from current day San Francisco to ten years in the past.  The narrative slowly coughs up secrets and at its heart is Victoria Jones: a victim of the foster system. In a less-competent pen, Victoria would be insufferable : she is bitter and hard-edged and makes several choices that made me want to throw the book across the room. But, she is believable.  More impressively, she undergoes realistic change and it is her development that is the crux of the novel.  Fringing her adventures are a well-rounded cast of characters who populate her world as she slowly and surely ekes a life for herself at which the symbolic of meanings of flowers are at the core.  I enjoyed the soft romance between Victoria and Grant – the man whose love she is unsure she deserves.   A lot of interesting stuff about flowers here—like really---drawing from the Victorian Dictionary of Flowers that connotes the meanings behind the blooms that courted ladies would present with a hidden message to their lovers.

Grace’s Pictures: the first in the Ellis Island series by Cindy Thomson. I first met Cindy last year at the ACFW conference and she is a very sweet lady and very (rightfully) passionate about Irish history.   This series premise immediately put me in mind of the Molly Murphy series by Rhys Bowen: what with the Irish immigrant lady and the stalwart police officer ( Owen is a dish, FYI ). I enjoyed learning about turn-of-the-century photography and was impressed with the cloud that hung over the book –differentiating it from the sometimes saccharine tendencies of CBA fiction. Next up, we get Annie’s Stories which adds a bit of Frank L. Baum and Wizard of Oz --- so that is cool. 

I finished Meant to be Mine by Becky Wade (hold on for my Litfuse review of that ) and A Broken Kind of Beautiful by Katie Ganshert ( full review to come ) as well as the masterpiece For Such a Time by Kate Breslin which you will see on Novel Crossing soon as well as A Stillness of Chimes by Meg Moseley. Here is my review of Sweet Mercy for Novel Crossing  I also read Heirs and Spares by J L Spohr which I ADORED and will be reviewing soon as well as Whisper of Jasmine and City of Jasmine by Deanna Raybourn  and I died of happiness.

Loves Comes Calling by Siri Mitchell

Now this is a book I picked up and put down and when I picked it up again I think I am to blame for losing the flow.  Ellis speaks in quick succession and while I recognize that Mitchell's surprisingly historically brilliant stream-of-consciousness narrative is genius, I did have trouble propelling at the frenetic pace she sets for the reader.   That is a fault on my part and on the side of my experience with the book and not a result of anything subpar in its authorship.  I also really like to sink into historical romances--the romantic thread being a massive part of the draw ---especially in CBA fiction-- and Griff, the all-american footballer has never been my favourite archetype.  The adventure to get Ellis to Griff and to the realization that she deserves his stalwart and loyal affection is where the action takes place: hiccuped with moments of the smooth-talking Jack Feeney.    For those with a penchant for the flapper era they will find such a competent undertaking of 20s verisimilitude. And I must, must, must, must commend Mitchell on her daring and colourful ADHD type of narration that skips happily, frantically along with enough speedbumps and whirls and dazzles to keep you on edge.   Also, a moment for the dialogue: for writers wanting to immerse themselves in dialogue--well-rendered, accurate dialogue and interesting use of dialogue tags---this book is a bit of a master class.

Ellis, in modern era America, would be diagnosed as having ADHD: an interesting character trait to pit against a clashing, clanging kaleidoscope of an era where she is immersed into the life of a telephone operator, covering for a friend.   It is through the filter of this profession, however easily she came by it, that she is drawn into a side of Boston her upbringing could never have prepared her for: speakeasies and corruption, legislations too often faltering under the loose convictions of the mayor. An era that promised Prohibition but a seedy underside where liquor ran rampant: fast cars, electric marquis lights, hollywood and crime---all wrapped up in a glossy bow.   The endgame is to once -and-for-all unite the lovers and lead Ellis to the realization that she is worthy of being cherished for all her faults and flaws.

Griff: Harvard type, well-bred, upstanding football player; is  the type of hero that Ellis needs. He is a stabilizer.

Yin. Yang.

Can we now have a moment to speak to the Mitchell canon in general?  Have we ever seen an author with such range?  Seriously? I have read every book of hers back to the beginning (excluding the most recent Iris Anthony) and I cannot believe that she is able to excavate not only fresh material but a fresh way of telling said material. Further, there are no Mitchell archetypes.  No two heroines are alike, no two stories are told in the same way and she views each historical period through a lens perfectly Siri-coloured. More still, she seems to have the tendency to hop around historical periods in her body of work as her heroine Ellis flits from thought-to-thought. Around the same time that Love Comes Calling  was released, her general-market counterpart, Iris Anthony, released The Miracle Thief and every aspiring author's jaw dropped because, sheesh! she's amazing.

Author Q and A: Melissa Tagg

Melissa is totally my real life friend and my facebook friend! I am very proud of BOTH of these things. I am also proud that she writes lovely books and enjoys such great success!!!!  I am halfway through Here to Stay and it reminds of the Gilmore Girls ( one of the many passions Melissa and I share). She has  been a wonderful encouragement to me and talks me off ledges! and is just a swell egg!



1.) What is the one thing that has surprised you most about the publishing process?

How much work there is to do after turning the book in. LOL! Galleys, rewrites, marketing, guest blogging and interviews, etc, etc, etc. But it’s fun, so I’m not complaining.

Actually, you know what else surprised me? How much I’ve come to crave the input of my editors. I’ve heard some writers talk disparagingly about getting that ten-page revision letter or not liking what they’re asked to change. My experience has been incredibly positive. The editors have never asked me to change the heart of the story…instead, they’ve helped me explore and deepen and expose that heart in new and improved ways. I know without a doubt that Here to Stay is a much, much better story because of their input. (By “their” I specifically mean Raela Schoenherr and Karen Schurrer at Bethany house.)





2.) A lot a LOT of reviewers hone in on how humorous your work is. Is this something that just happens as part of the process; or is it something you are aware of while writing?


Honestly, a little bit of both. My favorite is when a funny line or moment just slides into a scene without me seeing it coming—when it makes me laugh as much as I hope it makes a reader laugh.

But there are other times when I do work at the humor. I can think of specific pieces of Here to Stay, for instance, when I felt like either I had too many heavy or serious moments in a row or when a first attempt at a humorous scene fell flat…and I had to go back in and ask myself, “Where’s the opportunity for humor here? Where’s the funny in this situation?”



3.) What is the one piece of advice ( or more than one, we’re not picky ) you would give to aspiring writers?

First off, join a community. J One of the very, very, VERY best things I ever did for my writing was to join My Book Therapy. Also, find a partner! And you know, it doesn’t have to be a critique partner. My writing partner (the fabulous Lindsay Harrel) and I adapted as we realized even more than feedback, what we really needed was accountability. Someone with whom to share our goals, excitements, disappointments, prayer requests, etc. I don’t know what I’d do without Lindsay and her daily texts.

Also, embrace rewrites. Writing a first draft can be fun. (Or in my case, terrifying…but that’s my own fear-of-the-blank-page exposing itself.) But in my experience, it’s in the revision process where the real magic happens. It’s as we plunge into the deep end of our stories that we discover layers and spiritual pearls we didn’t see before.


Oh and lastly, trust God for open doors. I know…I know. It’s easy to say, especially on the other side of that first contract. But more and more I’m just that convinced that so much of life and faith comes down to trusting God. He can open the most amazing doors in the most amazing ways.



4.) If you could live in Stars Hollow for a day, what would be on your list of things to do?

I love this question!! Here’s what I’d do:

Obviously eat breakfast at Luke’s first thing. Assuming he and Lorelei are still a thing, I would, however, refrain from flirting with the man. Then I’d take a nice long walk around town…stop in and say hi to Miss Patty, Gypsy, Andrew at the bookstore, Kirk, Babette and Maurry, etc. Then I’d have lunch at the Dragonfly Inn prepared by the awesome Sookie during which I’d ask her and Jackson to have an arguing match about vegetables just for old times sake.

And then I’d begin my real quest of the day: Searching for grown-up Jess, finding him, making him fall madly in love with me, all the while snickering to myself about what a ridiculous person Rory is for not realizing what a good thing she had when she had it…er, him.

Another option: I would also be perfectly happy with Max, I think. So if we’re in Stars Hollow circa the early 2000s versus now, in which case Jess is still in high school, then instead, not being the cradle-robber type and still assuming Luke is taken, I would track down Max.

WOW. That became an intense and confusing answer… :)



5.) List three favourite CBA books



This is HARD because there are sooo many I love. So these are the first three that come to mind in this minute…but there are many, many more on my favorites list.


1) Kristy Cambron’s The Butterfly and the Violin. This book hasn’t even released yet, but I love it sooo much. It has a dual contemporary and WWII storyline. And it’s just…beautiful.

2) Susan May Warren’s Daughters of Fortune series. Totally cheating here and lumping all three books together. This series just blew me away…it starts in the 1920s and by the third book is up to WWII. I adored…adored…adored these books.


3) Just Between You and Me by Jenny B. Jones. Not only did I love the story and connect SO much to the main character, but it was really the first time I saw that humor could be a main ingredient in a CBA romance.

 

Here's my review of Made to Last :)
 

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Author Interview: the GORGEOUS Amber Lynn Perry

I recently read the lyrical and romantic So Fair a Lady and knew I wanted to feature the lovely Amber Lynn Perry again on the blog. So lovely, she is, that she is the cover model on that book! what a fun fact!  So Fair a Lady is on TWO top 100 best-seller lists on amazon and it will leave you craving the next in the series, which Amber assures me is in progress :)   Amber is an author I have really come to respect. And a person whose fresh and gentle spirit just breathes through her words. She's a special one, friends :)

When did you first discover you had been bitten by the writing bug?
Fun question!! I think I first got the bug two years ago, but my story actually goes back a bit further. When I was about 13 I got this "great idea for a story!" I remember sitting in my purple beanbag chair, daydreaming and writing for hours about a girl, a Patriot and a British soldier--I just KNEW this story would be published some day. *hehehehe* But I quickly gave up the idea when I realized it was such hard work and I forgot all about those delightful imaginary friends. Fast forward almost twenty years when I discovered historical Christian romance books. Bless my romance-hungry soul! I hadn't known there was such a thing and I read as many as I could get into my greedy little fingers. It was shortly after that time that I remembered my good friends (AKA "characters") from back in junior high and I thought I'd like to try my hand at bringing them to life once again--this time with a bit more perseverance. *wink*


Your prose really floored me. I must confess to being absolutely impressed. Did you have any professional editing done?
Oh my goodness, that is so generous of you. *blushing* I'm not sure I deserve that, but it means a lot all the same, thank you.
Professional editing? Yes and no. As I prepared for publishing I worked with the always-fabulous Tina Radcliffe. She helped me make sure the plot was working and that I was following all the basic writing rules. (Because I was a completely-new-with-absolutely-no-experience-writer.) As for line edits, etc--that was done by none other than the very best: my mother. Seriously! My mom is amazing, and even with no degree in English and no experience in editing, she is fabulous! I will always trust my books with her. Period.



When did the characters first pop up in your head?
This goes back to question one. *teehee* I loved these people and spent entirely too much time thinking about them and how to ruin--and then fix--their lives. ;)

Did you craft the series outline at once when you were plotting the books, or just the first hoping the others would fall in place?
Just the first. I wanted to think my crazy and completely sudden passion for writing would go somewhere, but I couldn't be totally sure it would, so I didn't plan ahead. But thankfully the way it turned out, I have at least three more books in the works--all with connecting characters. (I can't wait to share these other characters with the world. So fun! .... At least for me. *wink*)


How long did the research take? I mean your dedication to research is evident :)
Oh boy. That's a good question! I've been obsessed with all things "American Revolution" and "colonial era" since I was young. I visited Boston when I was 15, and I thought I died and gone to heaven. I mean, you would have believed I got tickets to a New Kids On The Block concert--I was THAT excited. While we were there we drove around Cape Cod and I was particularly struck by a little town named Sandwich. Yeah, I kind of giggled too--I mean, a town named Sandwich? *teehee* I've never forgotten that profoundly lovely place and I knew I needed to set my story there-- I just didn't know how completely fabulous it would be considering the time period I wanted to write in. All around, I have been learning about and studying the Revolution for years. But don't ask me to tell you too many specific dates--I'm embarrassingly bad with dates. ;)



What are three of your favourite Christian historical books ?
Only three?!?! You're simply cruel. ;)
The very first one that comes to my mind is A BRIDE MOST BEGRUDGING, by Deeanne Gist. There's just something so wonderful about that story, I've never been able to forget it. The next, THE MEASURE OF A LADY, also by Gist--I could not get enough of that book! As for the third? I could go SO many different ways. But I think I would have to say A HEART REVEALED by Julie Lessman. That hero!!! Seriously though, as you know, there are just so many Ah-MAZING historical romances out there, its just so hard to pick only three. 

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I have written forever---but only really written in the last year

I have been writing since I was 6 or 7 years old.  I have a rubber maid container under my bed at my parents' house full of foolscap paper of long-hand stories. I have computer files full.   I have read thousands of books (hundreds and hundreds of those Inspirational fiction, the marketplace I would most like to publish in ) and I have written thousands and thousands of pages.

I have only ever completed two novels. The second just went out on submission and it is a terrifying thing.

It is gut-wrenchingly terrifying. In fact, I cannot express how terrifying it is. Near the completion of the book I gave myself stress hives, hyperventilated and developed an eye-twitch. On the one hand, it is nice to be so invested in my art, on the other ---crazy much?

If you don't have to write, don't do it.  Honestly, don't.  If you think it is fun to rip out your heart and put it on a platter and serve it with a side of your vulnerability to the world at large, then I guess...go for it.  But if you don't have to, don't.

If you, like, can't NOT write, then you have to. I can't NOT write. I have been scribbling forever.  It was only last year that I took the first steps toward pursuing publication and landing an agent.  Writing is such a necessity to me that I wrote stories and novels and ideas long before I even wrapped my head around what would happen if someone else read it.  Which makes me believe that I am doing this for the right reason. I am rational to the point of knowing that even if I am published someday, it is a good thing I have a day job and it is a good thing I have enjoyment of the craft without needing immediate validation.  For most of my life, NO ONE read my writing and I have spent many many many wonderful hours playing and puppeteering  and fostering and perfecting.

Once you jump that first hurdle: two wonderful things happen. 1.) if you keep your writing to yourself you never receive feedback--be it criticism or encouragement. The BEST criticism helped me shape my second novel ( much of it gleaned from the time editors took to comment on what made them pass on my first manuscript--- INVALUABLE) and the encouragement ( often found in the same emails, or from my agent, or from friends who I FINALLY let see the light into my Word World ) is wonderful. It propels you first.
2. ) You want to keep writing more and you want to keep writing better. The addiction is now manic and you are obsessed with crafting and creating and testing and travailing.


Yes, you will be passed on ( I changed the wording of this because I internalize the word 'rejection.'  The editors who passed on my project were kind enough to shroud it in polite and professional manners. Not ONE was a "NO RACHEL IS A TERRIBLE WRITER, BE GONE WITH YOU. NEVER COME BACK *Slams Door*" I can't think of those emails as rejections, merely a puzzle piece that isn't fitting. Because of  a first round of passes from several places, I have ripped off the band-aid, and while I am sure there are days of red wine and chocolate ahead of me, I know what to expect because I have felt it.

Yes, you will have to be resilient.  When my first manuscript was not contracted, I didn't sit and weep over it. Instead, I used my online connections, my agent's savvy wisdom and ACFW conference appointments to brainstorm where my passion might filter next.  Thus, I have written two completely different historical novels in the course of year.  One was written in just over two drafts, the second 13 ! 13 drafts! *baffling*

I was able to find an agent very quickly ( the first one I queried and my first choice----writers hate me for this, mea culpa ) but the waiting for everything else is a look-up-and-a-year-has-passed situation. And yet I didn't sit around for any part of that. And if it takes another one year or two years or five years, I will keep writing until the right puzzle piece matches the changing market.

I am willing to do that because I am that invested.

All of this being said, it is still a nerve-wracking process and if I had undertaken it any earlier than the past year and a bit, I would not have been emotionally or confidently ready.  The years of my mom (#1 fan) and high school teachers and friends and colleagues and authors who read my blog who told me to finally show someone my stuff would have been wasted. I wouldn't have been able to handle the tenuous nature of the adventure I am still uphill climbing.

yes. 

Alpine Path, y'all.


I have grown more as a writer and a person since the moment I sent a query letter ( nervously and with a major mistake on it ) and I cannot look back at the first bit of this journey and not be grateful.

Most wonderfully, I have met so many new friends---yes, flesh and blood friends---but also book friends.  Lovely fictional people whose voices I hear in my head and whose lives I want to paint on page .It's fun. They're my little doll-house people and I spring them to breathing life, move and position them and make them talk in an unending Barbie-doll-like scenario not unlike my playtime as a kid.


I love reading people's writing stories and I hope you like reading mine :-)

catch-up

Sorry!

Had an INSANE week last week with my sister's wedding and all of that stuff: bachelorette, rehearsal, etc.,

Saw We Will Rock You and that was fun!


Also, reviewed A Table by the Window for Novel Crossing 

and was featured in the Great Films of 1939 series for Breakpoint about Love Affair

Tonight is the Mindy finale :-)

a Weekend of Theatre: 'The Last Confession' and 'Of Human Bondage'

I had the opportunity to see the Last Confession on Friday as it begins its World Tour from the West End and it was magnificent. David Suchet was riveting and his character’s struggles with faith and doubt put me in mind of Salieri in Amadeus.  It is a deep, musing and reflective piece that sits well in the minimalist staging. Expert acting on all fronts and just a really, really strong piece. It is more than a murder mystery entrenched in the history of the short-lived office of Pope John Paul I, it is a rumination on faith and doubt.  Cardinal Bernelli ( Suchet) walks us through a realistic voyage of uncertainty.  A man wanting to implement long-due changes amidst the Vatican politics shrouded in thousands of years of tradition.  When he reminded the pope that Christ was the greatest revolutionary you could hear a pin drop in the theatre.  This takes a sensitive subject, a religious tradition held highly and respected greatly and treats it with the reverence it deserves while offering a microscopic lens into a startlingly powerful church institution that, like any organization, is riddled with human fallacy.

I very much enjoyed learning a little bit more about Suchet's personal relationship with Christianity in these interviews:

-http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/stage/2014/04/25/david_suchet_and_the_mystery_of_faith.html

-http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/theatre-and-performance/from-poirot-to-the-mysterious-death-of-a-pope/article18005184/

-http://www.680news.com/2014/04/19/david-suchet-talks-the-last-confession-papal-parallels-and-his-own-faith/

On Saturday, I went to Soulpepper’s production of Of Human Bondage. Soulpepper excels at taking classic pieces and transposing them into works of playwriting brilliance. Take Parfumerie and last year’s Great Expectations.  Gregory Prest was born to play Philip Carey and this delightfully harrowing treatise on art and love and poor choices is never tiresome. It can’t be: it is a mirror to which we glimpse pieces of ourselves. A really humanistic piece. It opens in an operating theatre where several medical students are seen sawing at a cadaver, when the tarp over the supposed body is lifted, we realize that it is a cello instead. Thus begins the interesting juxtaposition of art and science waging war in the soul of troubled, club-footed Philip Carey.

Like it or not, Maugham’s characters often border on the despicable because they so intimately mirror our own flaws and shortcomings.  You will hate Mildred, you will feel greatly for Norah Nesbit and you will want to shake Philip Carey until his teeth rattle.  Perhaps the most striking part of Of Human Bondage is its conception of art as seen in the recurring symbol of a Persian carpet. Like life, the carpet is woven with the most interesting and illustrious design; but the most delicious aspect to it is the inherent and eventual flaw one finds therein. At the end, when this theme is culminated in a jubilant climax to clash with the rather bleak events that went beforehand, it propels Philip to take his new wife into his arms and dance: despite his physical limitation and to denounce the uncertainty and despair that befell him.

To rescind all of this brilliance, I see We Will Rock You  on Wednesday.

Author Q and A: Hillary Manton Lodge

Once upon a time a Rachel took a book the friendly folk at Waterbrook sent her on an airplane and read it in a flash.

It was so unique and it reached out to her and its voice was so compelling and it made her want more. Immediately. Like the best appetizer....

So, obviously, being the squealy author fangirl she is, she was all: NEED TO FACEBOOK THE HECK OUTTA THIS and then she connected to Hillary and now they talk everyday and everyone is happy.

My official review of  A Table by the Window will appear on Novel Crossing at some point. Until then,
Hillary talks to us:



1.) Tell me about your writing process. Do you outline first? Plot? Did you always have three books planned for this series?

I do outline – I’ve gotten in trouble when I don’t, because I’ll get terribly lost and panicky. First, I start with a hand-drawn timeline with lots of squiggly lines and squashy words, and then build out to a bulleted synopsis. However, I always find scenes within scenes within scenes, so no matter how much I outline, I’ll always wind up surprised in some way.

Long ago, in the beginning, Juliette and Neil’s story was a standalone book. But once the plotline with the grandmother came into the picture, it became three books pretty quickly – there’s actually a lot to that subplot. While it’s been overwhelming, sometimes – writing the first book was like writing the longest first act in the world – I really like the space that the story has, over three books, to grow and take root. It feels plotted but not rushed.



2.) What was the most challenging part of the process which brought Table by the Window to our bookshelves?

I worked on some iteration of Table for three years. During that time, my husband and I experience a lot of upheaval – my husband switched jobs, we moved five times, and we were travelling a lot. So while I was writing, I could barely keep my head on straight. It took some serious editing and rewriting to get the whole thing to work cohesively. I learned a lot during that process, about how to decide what to toss and what to keep, about how to make sure the bits I kept really earned their place. I’m very pleased with how it turned out.



3.) What is one thing about publication you wish you had known before your literary adventure began?

Synopses really are your friend. I fought them hard for the longest time, but working without a thorough one while on contract/deadline is just a recipe for disaster. I used to be afraid that it would take the spontaneity out of the text, and it’s not true. Synopses just provide a framework for the spontaneity.



4.) Favourite CBA novel?

No question, Siri Mitchell’s Chateau of Echoes – reread it every year. There are other CBA novels I love, especially some of Lisa Samson’s works like Women’s Intuition and Club Sandwich, but Chateau is the one I reach for over and over. It has everything – food! A castle! A mystery! I appreciate how Freddie isn’t spunky and gorgeous and nice. Instead she’s prickly with a past, pretty but unusual. She knows who she is, and she’s not fighting to make people like her. Into this walks a guy and his dog, and they change each other.

5.) Tell me something about the Mindy Project

I love Mindy! I think my favorite episodes are the ones that reference classic Chick Flicks – like “Harry & Mindy” in Season 1. The throw-away one-liners kill me. And I love how the romantic lead’s named Danny (but that’s some bias showing).

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So Fair a Lady by Amber Lynn Perry

Boston, MA 1773: Shards of Eliza Campbell's life crash to the ground when she discovers a devastating secret: her father was a spy for the Sons of Liberty. Determined to uncover the truth, not even a marriage proposal from the dashing British Officer Samuel Martin can dissuade her. When rescued from British capture by handsome patriot Thomas Watson, Eliza discovers what her father risked his life for and yearns to know more. But will her budding attraction to this courageous patriot damage her already wounded heart?

After years of being blackmailed by Officer Martin, Thomas plans to start a new life in the small town of Sandwich. However, when his actions place Eliza and her sister in danger, he must act quickly to protect them from falling into enemy hands. If the three of them are discovered, their lives will never be the same. Now, not only must he protect Eliza, he must protect his heart from a love that is sure to wound him far greater than any British soldier ever could.

Know what is funny? I have been reading Christian historicals forever and 99 per cent of them are by American authors and so few of them are set during the Revolutionary Wars. This has always baffled me. People, if you’ve got it, flaunt it! This is a fascinating period of history and I have always enjoyed the surmounting tension that cracks an inevitable rift which births the American nation. Amber Lynn Perry also loves this period to distraction as is evident in her pitch-perfect historical romance So Fair a Lady.

I confess I am not one to read independently-published fiction: mainly because I am always a little skeptical about its editing. Fortunately for me, and for you, prospective reader, Perry is a professional. There is nothing in this book that would lead anyone to believe its publication was one sought independently by its author. Indeed, the prose is so crystalline and scintillating, the characterization so well-rounded and the pacing so perfect, it is a far stronger offering than many books of similar ilk who have their home in mainstream publishing. Also, can we say cover love?

There are several historical romance tropes that are followed here: the spunky heroine who must feign a marriage of circumstanc while falling for the unlikeliest of heroes as the proper old suitor is revealed to have off-colour circumstance; family circumstances ( in this case, secret Patriotism, traitorism! spies!) are exhumed and the heroine must re-discover her identity against the pitfalls of a long-buried familial ideology while the hero picks up the ramifications of this fall-out in stride; two people who fight their attraction for each other, often jumping hurdles of mis-understanding that ruffle their journey toward their deserved happy end.

In Perry’s capable hand, these conventions are sought in unique light.  She knows the genre well and she imparts into the traditional her own strengths such as the characterization mentioned, some surprisingly beautiful prose and a strong sense of historical fact.

At one point, our hero Thomas ( he of the printing press—sigh! ) must see our heroine Eliza ( wrought with gumption) and her believable younger sister to safety in Sandwich, Mass.  Their moonlit-canopied adventure, met with danger and unpredictable elements was presented with perfect exposition making it one of my favourite sequences in CBA historicals this year.

There is a strong and encouraging faith element made more potent when explored in conjunction with a tenuous time in history where everyone was acting on conscience and principle. Perry does well at making the motives of both sides understandable and human.

I was surprised and delighted to discover an exciting new voice in CBA historical fiction. 

This book is only 4.00 in kindle edition and it is worth every penny. Support this magnificent new voice and treat yourself to an engaging Colonial romance.

Am writing...erg....blergh...death

Writing this book is the most fun I have ever had, the hardest challenge I have ever taken. Some days I feel so exhilarated I cannot believe that I have bought into the high of this word-dripped drug. The other days I feel like I want to rip myself away from it, even if it severs vital artery and  I bleed to death.

Writing a book is hard. Writing a book is harder when you also have a career and are judging two literary contests and are committed to a lot of free-lance stuff.

Writing a book is hard when you are a book reviewer who reads carefully and speaks to books with authenticity. I am known for being a little outspoken on the book front and I have high standards. So, imagine, bloggies, the standards I place on myself: we be talking Empire State height.    And I try to avoid every pitfall I have ever hated in a book which means that my book gets so many re-writes in hopes of avoiding a black chasm of cliche doom that I cannot remember what is a cliche anymore and what is not.

Writing a book is an ebb and flow. One moment you are euphorically slipping down a rainbow of love for your characters and plot and the one time you spun in that sentence you don't remember writing and you respond:  I be clever, yo!   The next moment you are laying face down on your bed certain that you have 92 000 words of pure and utter trash ( there were 96 000 words of pure and utter trash; but you just JUST on your work lunch break snipped 4000.  You hurt when you did it... so you added them to the Deleted Scenes folder where all the lovely ideas-in-embryo go to languish in limbo, word purgatory, cutting room floor ).

I am on probably the 87 billionth draft of this book.  I am never satisfied with it and I love it and hate it and want to hug it and beat it up.  It ain't peachy.

If this book never gets published, I would still be devoting every single second to it, waking at 4:30 to scribble and second-guessing every second line, working my brain into a flurried frenzy so that I cannot remember what day it is but I have memorized that entire re-written paragraph in chapter III.

Writing a book is an obsessive pursuit.  You have to be willing to fall into it and it will, will, will consume you. Especially if, as for me, the book you are writing is the one true love of your life. These characters are my friends. More than friends. They are little Rachel niblits being flung into the wide world where they will be weighed and measured and evaluated and yes---even rejected.

And if you are not a writer you cannot understand. If you are an un-contracted author you wonder about the tangibility of it.  You worry that people will think it just a hobby. You worry that they judge the every waking hour and midnight scribble sessions and weekend-long revision jaunts just because you don't have a publication date or a  publisher.   If you are not a writer you cannot understand the mental platitude in which you reside. You only want to think about your book, muse about the book, create the book and talk about the book.  Rather like you are in a new relationship and you wait for a conversation interval to squeeze in your new beloved's name. No matter how inane or magnanimous, there is nothing but the book. The book is a living organism and in it are all the cells and veins and valves that pulse and beat and thrive. Book world is the best world.

But you hate it because what if book world is no good?


Agents say that the process on the road to submission is getting the book to the point where it is the best it can be.   My best on this book seems like a big, scaly cliff that one moment I haven't the momentum to climb while the next I have sewn two kites together and flung myself over it buoyantly and why hasn't someone sculpted a bronze statue of me yet?



I snatch out and put back in, I re-arrange and would bite my nails to the quick if they weren't painted in pretty shellac and I worry and worry and insufferably worry.

The hardest is the rather ironic juxtaposition of wanting to have more self-confidence while being scared of confidence.  As long as I have the self-confidence of a gnat, no rejection can really hurt me.  How far can I fall? I won't be ashamed. I never believed in that great of a thing for myself to begin with and I have realistic expectations. But, to be a writer is to be strong enough in your conviction to place the words on a platter and serve them plated well and with refined presentation.  You believe that they will reach the right, ripe palate.


And it is the cliche-est of the cliches, but some people liken it to family and I get it.  This is my book family and what if they are at their first elementary school track even and break the pole before they even get over the high jump bar?  What if all my ideas are void and the words I position in them the worst words possible: not, as Ms. Isnor McVeigh told me in grade 12 English The best words in the best order.

What if no one loves them ? My book people?  It is impossible not to take it personally as these book people are me.

The only thing is confusing, degrading, sickening, heartlessly soul-sucking, achy and blergh. BLERGH.

There is no winning to this.

And honestly, the back tension is killer. Right? right.

Casting Dean Priest in the Emily Trilogy movie of the mind

oh Dean Priest.

We all know I love the Emily Trilogy and at one point in my formative years when I was going through "but Rochester's controlling mopiness is hot" phase, I of course fell for possessive, problematic and Byronic Dean.

For years I have tried to cast him and it's not until I was writing last night and thought: wouldn't it be swell if I could anachronistically describe a character as "handsome in a creepy kind of way... like Peter Sarsgaard" that I thought:

whoa.

I mean An Education? DEAN DEAN DEAN

Incorrigible by Velma Demerson

1939. Canada and the World are on the brink of war fighting for freedom on a global scale; but in Toronto, an antiquated law will ruin a young woman’s life forever.

Doing research for my book, I stumbled upon the late 19^th Century Female Refuge’s Act which was a ridiculous attempt to clean up the streets of women of dubious moral character.

Without any real substantiation, a woman could be tried (without representation and often just on the witness account of one man alone ) and imprisoned should she be deemed incorrigible.   It seemed, often, that petty theft was less of a crime than women who were suspected of vagrancy. A woman walking alone at night or with a too-short hem or with a few mistakes in her past or with parents who deemed her unruly could be sequestered in the Andrew Mercer Reformatory.  Public drunkenness which would merely illicit a sneer and maybe a bit of a rough warning for a man was an imprisonable offense for a woman as was carrying a child out of wedlock. If you were an unmarried woman between the ages of 16 and 35, deemed in your prime childbearing years, you were never truly safe.

18 year old Velma Demerson had two strikes against her when she was hauled off to court and thus to prison: she was carrying an illigetimate baby and her fiance was a Chinese immigrant. What happened to her at the Mercer Reformatory is a bleak and horrific tale of a justice system rife with double-standards, unspeakable loop-holes and atrocious treatment of women as inferiors.

Velma’s life story, Incorrigible, is told in a brusque, frantic and extremely honest manner. Candid. Frenetic. Intense. She didn’t hold anything back as she expelled her tale of shame, embarrassment and harassment in a city that always prides itself on its treatment of minorities and social consciousness. While she uses the space of her memoir to extrapolate her history and her parent’s dysfunctional relationship as well as her burgeoning feelings for Harry Yip, another social “other” with whom she connected and fell in love, she also provides first-hand evidence to appalling eugenics testing the inmates at the Mercer were forced to undergo in an attempt to link physical ailment and attribute to moral degeneracy. 

In a stomach-turning and appallingly forceful truth, Demerson’s life story forced me to confront the inhumane and objectified treatment of women in recent history.   While the Canadian government (years later) offered restitution and compensation, the emotional turmoil and abject humiliation Demerson suffered was keenly felt by me. Moreover, she explores the ramifications of the criminal acts against her in the illness her baby suffers from ( she has him while still under custody) and the disintegration of her relationship with her eventual husband whose union with her forced her to renounce Canadian citizenship and identify Chinese.

It’s almost baffling to recognize that her story has been swept under the carpet while history classes teach of Canadian’s exceptional war involvement.  We are so quick to pride ourselves on our racial and moral and social tolerance and yet the Female Refuges Act was not relinquished until 1967.

Demerson’s story is not the only one silenced, broken by her brave activism and her desire to speak out; but it is a staunch and needed representation of a voiceless tribe of women who were brutally treated, tortured and held down: often on circumspect and faulty charge.

WARNING: This is a very graphic and disturbing story and any prospective reader should know that in order to speak truth, Demerson has to go into graphic and disturbing detail.

Read more about Velma here 

All the Stuff

Here's what happened this week:

I finally connected with Internet Barney Snaith and we chat and stuff! So cool

I was featured at Anne Mateer's blog as a Portrait of a Reader 

I am in the final stages of my first Herringford and Watts novel ( yay Jem and Merinda solving murders in Edwardian Toronto! )

and Mindy and Danny got together and it was magic!

tonight!

Goodbye, My Love

For four and a half years I worked at the World's Biggest Bookstore here in Torontonia.

I made some of my best friends there and created some of my favourite all-time memories.


I was recently interviewed about it by the NOW magazine 


This series of photographs broke my heart: 


Even though I only worked there during my university years, I grew up visiting there when my dad would drive me down from Orillia. He ( a minister) would visit parishioners in the big city hospitals and I would go on a book spree. My first personal copy of Little Women was purchased there. My first copy of my own personal Sherlock Holmes adventures and my first This Side of Paradise.

I worked in fiction and literature and this photo is the bookstore I remember:

Here's a pic of me reading a book on X-Wing pilots to my friend Kat ( @bitwhizzle) 

the most romantic photo of your day

Veronica Mars movie

I watched it and reviewed it for Breakpoint.

Here you go, kittens

CFBA How Sweet the Sound

This is a bit late because I am halfway through this book and I SO wanted to get my review up in time. But, best-laid-plans.

Anyways, stay tuned for that.

Check out the book

This week, the

Christian Fiction Blog Alliance

is introducing

How Sweet the Sound

David C. Cook (March 1, 2014)

by

Amy K. Sorrells


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

An Indianapolis native and graduate of DePauw University, Amy lives with her husband, three boys and a gaggle of golden retrievers in central Indiana. After writing and editing for her college newspaper, she combined a nursing degree with journalism and creative writing, which led to publishing and editing a wide array of medical and nursing writing and multimedia projects over the past 21 years, a position as director of communications of her church’s children’s ministry, as well as a weekly column for a local newspaper which ran from 2009-2012.  She has been a two-time semi-finalist for the ACFW Genesis awards, and was the winner of the 2011 Women of Faith writing contest.


When she’s not reading or writing, Amy loves spending time with her three sons; spicy lunches and art gallery walks with her  husband; digging in her garden sans gloves; walking her dogs; up-cycling old furniture and junk; photography; and friends.




ABOUT THE BOOK

From a distance, the Harlans appear to be the perfect Southern family. Wealth and local fame mask the drama and dysfunction swirling through their family line. But as the summer heats up, a flood tide of long hidden secrets surface.


Devastation from a rape followed by the murder of two family members brings three generations of the Harlans together on their pecan plantation in Bay Spring, Alabama. Chief among them is Anniston, who by the time she turned thirteen thought she’d seen it all. But as her heart awakens to the possibility of love, she begins to deal with her loneliness and grief.


This tender coming-of-age tale, inspired by the story of Tamar in 2 Samuel 13, shows how true healing and hope comes only from God. Though our earthly family can wound and disappoint, our heavenly Father brings freedom to those long held captive through His mercy and grace.

If you would like to read the first chapter of How Sweet the Sound, go HERE.