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Thursday, August 29, 2024

The Choice by Nicholas Sparks REVIEW


#1 New York Times bestseller Nicholas Sparks turns his unrivaled talents to a new tale about love found and lost, and the choices we hope we'll never have to make.

Travis Parker has everything a man could want: a good job, loyal friends, even a waterfront home in small-town North Carolina. In full pursuit of the good life - boating, swimming , and regular barbecues with his good-natured buddies -- he holds the vague conviction that a serious relationship with a woman would only cramp his style. That is, until Gabby Holland moves in next door. Spanning the eventful years of young love, marriage and family, THE CHOICE ultimately confronts us with the most heartwrenching question of all: how far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

Complete transparency: DNF

Alright, so I finally caved and read The Choice by Nicholas Sparks. As a reluctant reader of Sparks' overly sentimental romances, I went in with low expectations. And guess what? It didn't disappoint in being a letdown.

Let's start with the plot. Travis Parker, the quintessential perfect guy with a perfect life, meets Gabby Holland, the new girl next door with an attitude. They fall in love, yada yada, tragedy strikes, more sappy love declarations ensue. It’s all painfully predictable. Sparks seems to think that throwing a bunch of clichés together makes a compelling story. Spoiler: it doesn't.

You know another cliche? The book is better than the movie? I'm not so sure on this one. Maybe it's because I liked the actors?

I loved the movie adaptation of The Choice by Nicholas Sparks. It had the right amount of drama, romance, and charm. So, naturally, I thought, "Why not give the book a shot?" Well, let's just say the book didn't quite live up to my expectations. 

First off, the writing style. Nicholas Sparks' prose can be as subtle as a neon sign in Times Square. Every emotion is spelled out, leaving little to the imagination. Where the movie used visual storytelling to convey deep emotions, the book felt like it was hammering those feelings into your brain. Subtlety? Never heard of it.

The characters also didn’t fare much better. Travis Parker is your textbook romantic lead—charming, handsome, and conveniently flawless. Gabby, while a bit more developed, often came off as cliché. Their interactions, which felt natural and engaging on screen, sometimes seemed forced and cringey in the book.

The movie managed to capture the heart of the story with its pacing, visuals, and chemistry between the actors. The book, however, struggled with pacing and relied heavily on cheesy dialogue and predictable plot twists. Sparks’ attempt to tug at the heartstrings sometimes felt more like a yank.

In conclusion, if you loved the movie version of The Choice, you might find the book to be a bit of a letdown. It’s one of those rare instances where the film adaptation outshines the original material. For a Nicholas Sparks fix, stick with the movie—it's got all the feels without the unnecessary fluff.


Thursday, August 22, 2024

Half Moon Summer by Elaine Vickers REVIEW

Two seventh graders discover it takes more than grit and a good pair of shoes to run 13.1 miles. You’ve got to have a partner who refuses to let you quit.

Drew was never much of a runner. Until his dad’s unexpected diagnosis. Mia has nothing better to do. Until she realizes entering Half Moon Bay’s half-marathon could solve her family’s housing problems.

And just like that they decide to spend their entire summer training to run 13.1 miles. Drew and Mia have very different reasons for running, but these two twelve year olds have one crucial thing in common (besides sharing a birthday): Hope. For the future. For their families. And for each other.


Half Moon Summer by Elaine Vickers is a heartfelt coming-of-age story that beautifully captures the essence of growing up. Set against the backdrop of a small coastal town, the book follows the intertwining lives of two twelve-year-olds, Drew and Mia, during one transformative summer.

Drew and Mia, both dealing with personal challenges, find solace and friendship in each other. 

Vickers' writing is tender and evocative, painting a vivid picture of the setting and the emotional journeys of the characters. Half Moon Summer is book is a must-read for anyone who loves stories about friendship, bravery, and finding oneself.

Thursday, August 15, 2024

Courting Miss Lancaster by Sarah M. Eden

Harry Windower adores blonde, green-eyes Athena Lancaster, but alas, a penniless man like himself has no hope of winning a young noblewoman's hand. To add insult to injury, Athena's brother-in-law and guardian, the Duke of Kielder, has asked Harry to assist Athena in finding a gentleman of her dreams. But the lovesick Harry is cunning as well: as the weeks pass, he introduces Athena to suitors who are horrifically boring, alar
mingly attached to their mothers, downright rude, astoundingly self-absorbed, and utterly ridiculous.

Athena can't comprehend why she is having so little success meeting eligible and acceptable gentlemen. Indeed, her circle of admirers couldn't be be less admirable - nothing like the loyal, gentle friend she's found in Harry. But how long can Harry's scheme be hidden before it is discovered? And what will Athena do when she uncovers Harry's deception?

Escape into a charming regency world in this delightfully romantic comedy of manners that will entertain you to the very last word.

Sarah Eden has a great way with humor and romance. And she does both so well in a Regency Romance setting.

Miss Athena Lancaster has come to her sisters house to find a husband. Her protector and sisters husband, Duke Kielder, is wary of gold diggers seeking her hand so he asks Harry Windover to help whittle down the competition.

The only problem is Harry likes Athena but knows he can't marry her because he is poor. So he wants to make sure she marries the perfect man if it can't be him.

What ensues is comedic encounters, unworthy suitors and eventually, love.

Athena, after being introduced to many unsavory matches, finds her heart belongs to another. but will the Duke approve?

Sarah has written another great, clean, fun and funny romantic story.

Keep 'em coming!

Thursday, August 8, 2024


Five years. That's how long Coyote and her dad, Rodeo, have lived on the road in an old school bus, crisscrossing the nation. It's also how long ago Coyote lost her mom and two sisters in a car crash.

Coyote hasn’t been home in all that time, but when she learns the park in her old neighborhood is being demolished - the very same park where she, her mom, and her sisters buried a treasured memory box - she devises an elaborate plan to get her dad to drive 3,600 miles back to Washington state in four days...without him realizing it.

Along the way, they'll pick up a strange crew of misfit travelers. Lester has a lady love to meet. Salvador and his mom are looking to start over. Val needs a safe place to be herself. And then there's Gladys....

Over the course of thousands of miles, Coyote will learn that going home can sometimes be the hardest journey of all...but that with friends by her side, she just might be able to turn her “once upon a time” into a “happily ever after”.


COVER LOVE!!! Lovelovelove the cover


Book Review: The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart

The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart is a heartfelt and adventurous tale perfect for middle-grade readers. The story follows twelve-year-old Coyote and her father, Rodeo (don't you love their names??), as they travel across the country in a school bus turned home. Their journey is filled with colorful characters, unexpected twists, and heartwarming moments.

Coyote's mission is to retrieve a memory box she buried with her late mother and sisters, but getting her father to return to their hometown is no easy feat. The book beautifully explores themes of loss, healing, and the importance of family and friendship.

Grief is a hard and troublesome passenger. Adults tend to hold their grief close and not discuss it with their children, whether it's because the words and feelings are too hard and they don't know what to say or how the child will react. But children need to talk about their pain as well and parents need to listen. 

Gemeinhart's writing is engaging and full of emotion, making it easy for readers to connect with Coyote and her quest. This book is a delightful and touching read that teaches the value of holding onto precious memories while moving forward with hope and courage. Highly recommended for young readers!

Thursday, August 1, 2024

The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson REVIEW


 The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson

A heretic thief is the empire’s only hope in this fascinating tale that inhabits the same world as the popular novel, Elantris.

Shai is a Forger, a foreigner who can flawlessly copy and re-create any item by rewriting its history with skillful magic. Condemned to death after trying to steal the emperor’s scepter, she is given one opportunity to save herself. Though her skill as a Forger is considered an abomination by her captors, Shai will attempt to create a new soul for the emperor, who is almost dead.

Probing deeply into his life, she discovers Emperor Ashravan’s truest nature—and the opportunity to exploit it. Her only possible ally is one who is truly loyal to the emperor, but councilor Gaotona must overcome his prejudices to understand that Shai’s forgery is as much artistry as it is deception.

Brimming with magic and political intrigue, this deftly woven fantasy delves into the essence of a living spirit.

Brandon definitely doesn't need my mediocre review on any of his books, much less a super short one. LOL. I love his writing and his style, his characters and their insights. Brandon is a master weaver of fate, soul and making me want to be a better person through his compelling stories. 

Book Review: The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson

Brandon Sanderson's The Emperor's Soul is a masterful novella that exemplifies his exceptional storytelling prowess. Winner of the Hugo Award for Best Novella, this story is a testament to Sanderson's ability to create a deeply engaging and thought-provoking narrative within a limited page count.

Set in the same universe as his acclaimed novel Elantris, The Emperor's Soul follows the story of Shai, a gifted forger who can magically alter objects' history and essence to transform them into something else. The plot begins with Shai imprisoned after a failed heist. However, instead of facing execution, she is given an impossible task: to forge a new soul for the Emperor, who has been left in a catatonic state after an assassination attempt.

Shai's journey is not just a physical one but also an exploration of identity and redemption. As she works on the Emperor's soul, she reflects on her own life, choices, and the nature of her art. Sanderson deftly weaves themes of identity and self-worth into the narrative, making readers ponder what truly defines a person. Shai's ability to turn her weaknesses into strengths is a central theme, showcasing Sanderson's skill in character development and thematic depth.

One of the novella's most impressive aspects is its innovative magic system. Sanderson's approach to magic is both creative and meticulous, grounding the fantastical elements in a set of well-defined rules. The art of forgery, as presented in the story, is a fascinating blend of magic and craftsmanship. It involves an intricate understanding of an object's history and essence, allowing Shai to alter it convincingly. This concept not only drives the plot but also adds layers of meaning to the story, as Shai's forgeries are symbolic of the changes she undergoes.

Sanderson's writing style is another highlight. His prose is clear and precise, yet rich with detail. He manages to convey complex ideas and emotions succinctly, making the novella both intellectually stimulating and emotionally resonant. The pacing is perfect, maintaining a steady tension that keeps readers engaged from beginning to end.

(Written with the help of AI)


Sunday, July 28, 2024

Writer's Rollercoaster: Maybe I'll write about it

Title: The Writer's Rollercoaster: A Comedic Odyssey


Ah, the glamorous life of a writer! 

Picture this: seventeen stories birthed from the depths of my imagination, each one like a child I sent out into the world—only to have them return, some with rejection letters, others with agents who mysteriously vanished like literary Houdinis on walkabouts.

Let’s start with the trio that agents loved so much they disappeared faster than my protagonist’s moral compass in a psychological thriller. I swear, their enthusiasm was like a shooting star—brief, dazzling, and then poof! Off they went into the literary cosmos, leaving me staring at my inbox like a jilted lover waiting for a text that never came.

Then there were the six small-town romances. 

Picture this: quaint settings, quirky characters, and enough heartwarming moments to make Hallmark wish they had my stories. But did they sell like hotcakes? Let’s just say they were more like lukewarm scones at a bake sale in a heatwave.

Ah, historical romance—I've come back to this one again and again. Emma and Charles want their story told. I also outlined the story of their parents for a prequel. PLUS! Some of their offspring make appearances in Juniper Valley.

And who can forget the seven young adult psychological thrillers? The plots were twistier then a pretzel in a tornado, and the suspense had me checking my own closet for secrets. If only I could write as fast as my characters ran from their demons, I’d have a Pulitzer by now.

Now, here I stand, dusting off my keyboard like an archaeologist unearthing ancient relics. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions and the occasional urge to run off and join a circus (they need writers, right?), I’ve come to realize that writing isn’t just about agents, genres, or even sales figures.

It’s about the journey—the absurd, unpredictable, and downright hilarious journey of crafting stories that speak to the human experience. So, as I dive back into the literary fray with renewed determination and maybe a slightly twisted sense of humor, I invite you to join me. Because let’s face it, if we can’t laugh at the absurdities of the writing life, we might as well be writing instruction manuals for assembling IKEA furniture.

And remember, whether your characters are solving crimes or falling in love (or both, because why not?), keep writing. After all, the world needs stories. And who knows? Maybe one day, one of mine will finally catch an agent who’s decided to stick around longer than a cup of coffee.


This humorous blog post takes a lighthearted look at the ups and downs of the writer's journey, poking fun at the quirks of different genres and the unpredictable nature of the publishing world. Also, AI helped me with this post. 


Thursday, July 25, 2024

The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien REVIEW


Title: "The Hobbit": A Timeless Classic That Soars Over My Head

As I sit here, pondering Bilbo Baggins' adventures in Tolkien's "The Hobbit," I can't help but feel like I've met up with a good friend after years apart. 

J.R.R. Tolkien’s "The Hobbit" is a tale spun with the finesse of an ancient bard, weaving together dwarves with names longer than my attention span. From the quaint comfort of Bag End to the treacherous peaks of the Misty Mountains, Tolkien paints a world so vivid, it feels as though I could go visit next week. 

The heart of the story beats with Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit whose reluctance to leave the comfort of his hobbit hole, but once he does, he starts on an epic hero's journey. 

But fear not, dear reader! Amidst the labyrinthine plot twists and the bewildering array of character names (seriously, why are there so many dwarves?), "The Hobbit" offers gems that even a hobbit-sized intellect like mine can grasp. Tolkien’s prose sings with a warmth and wit that make even the fiercest battles feel like a fireside tale, and Bilbo’s transformation from a reluctant adventurer to a hero with a heart of gold resonates with a timeless charm.

"The Hobbit" is more than just a literary masterpiece—it's a testament to the power of imagination and the triumph of the unlikely hero. We can all embrace the adventure, savor the riddles, and let Bilbo Baggins remind you that even the smallest of beings can leave the biggest mark on the world.

In conclusion, "The Hobbit" may soar over my head like an eagle riding a thermal, but its magic is undeniable. It's a timeless classic that beckons readers to step outside their comfort zones and journey into the heart of Middle-earth. And who knows? You might just discover a bit of unexpected courage along the way.

Monday, July 15, 2024

Seeking Persephone by Sarah M. Eden

If you're searching for a delightful escape into the enchanting world of Regency romance, Sarah M. Eden’s "Seeking Persephone" is a charming pick that promises sweet romance with a dash of humor. This is one of my all time favorite books! 

 Here's why this novel won over my heart:

Set against the backdrop of early 19th-century England, "Seeking Persephone" introduces us to the witty and independent Persephone Lancaster. 

Enter Adam Hunt, the formidable Duke of Kielder, whose imposing presence and stern demeanor belie a kind heart and a determination to protect his family’s legacy. He needs to marry and asks for a woman from a family who needs financial help. 

What sets "Seeking Persephone" apart is its ability to blend humor with heartfelt moments. Eden’s writing style effortlessly weaves together witty banter, endearing characters, and tender romance, creating a narrative that feels both light-hearted and emotionally satisfying. The interactions between Adam and Persephone crackle with chemistry, evolving from initial misunderstandings to genuine affection as they navigate the complexities of their new relationship.

As the story unfolds, "Seeking Persephone" not only explores the growing love between its protagonists but also delves into themes of family loyalty, personal growth, and the power of forgiveness. Persephone’s journey from skepticism to trust, and Adam’s transformation from duty-bound duke to devoted husband, are portrayed with sensitivity and grace. 

In conclusion, "Seeking Persephone" is a delightful read for fans of Regency romance seeking a blend of sweetness, humor, and heartfelt emotion. Sarah M. Eden’s skillful storytelling and engaging characters make this novel a charming addition to any bookshelf—a perfect escape into a world where love triumphs over societal expectations.

Saturday, July 13, 2024

That last post made me feel like a total imposter

I Feel Like an Imposter Trying to Write the Stories in My Head

"Who are you to write this?" 

"Who do you think you are?"

"No one wants to read your stories." 

Ah! Imposter Syndrome! Thank you for rearing your ugly muzzle again. Understanding Imposter Syndrome

Imposter syndrome is insidious for writers, as the creative process often involves vulnerability and self-exposure. When I put my stories down on paper, I'm sharing a piece of myself with the world, and it's easy to feel unworthy or fraudulent. 

Why I Feel Like an Imposter

Several factors contribute to this feeling:

  1. Perfectionism: I want my first draft to be amazing. I want an agent to read through the first time and say, "Wow! Let's fix a few things and get you published!" Then I get my manuscript back from my critique group and it's bleeding red ink. 
  2. Comparison: I often compare my early drafts to the polished works of my favorite authors. This is an unfair comparison that only fuels my self-doubt. One of my good friends who's also an author was kind enough to read through my manuscript. When she sent it back, she also sent the warning: "there's a lot of red, but it's not a big deal. There's a lot of mistakes that even I have to fix. Also, you don't use ENOUGH commas! lol" 
  3. Fear of Failure: The fear of criticism and rejection can make me question my right to write and share my stories. 

Strategies I've Used to Overcome Imposter Syndrome

  1. Acknowledge My Feelings: I recognize that imposter syndrome is a common experience. Even the most successful writers have felt like frauds at some point.
  2. Shift My Perspective: Instead of viewing writing as a performance, I need to see it as a journey of discovery. I need to allow myself to make mistakes and learn from them.
  3. Celebrate Small Wins: Every word I write is a victory. I WILL celebrate the progress I make, no matter how small. Every word is a victory especially after I've come out of a depressed funk. 
  4. Seek Support: I've been in three different critique groups and NONE of them have told me to stop writing or that my stories were crap. I have several writer friends who are there for me and willing to look at my work. 
  5. Keep Writing: The more I write, the more I grow as a writer. Practice builds confidence. 

Embracing My Unique Voice

I remind myself that my stories are mine alone. No one else can tell them the way I can. My perspective, experiences, and imagination are unique, and they deserve to be shared. I embrace the journey of writing, imperfections and all. Over time, the voice of the imposter grows quieter, and the voice of the writer within me becomes stronger.

So, the next time I sit down to write and that nagging voice begins to whisper, I'm going to take a deep breath, acknowledge it, and keep writing anyway. My stories matter, and the world needs to hear them.



Thursday, July 11, 2024

Journey back to writing

Embracing the Pen (or keyboard) Again: A Writer's Journey


After an eventful hiatus filled with the highs and lows, I find myself once more at an all too familiar crossroads of creativity and gettin' 'er done. Some say writing is a journey rather than a destination—a sentiment that hasn't always resonated with me, but maybe now I can try.

It all began with one story--a coming of age YA story about twin brothers who had a crush on the same girl. High school sports and shenanigans, an out-of-season snow storm and a literal broken heart were all part of the plot. It felt good to get the words and story out of my head. 

I wrote another YA story about aliens, abductions and body takeovers titled Mother Ship. 

Seventeen stories later—I can honestly say each story was a labor of love and imagination and mad brain dumping moves. Three of them were good enough to catch the eye of literary agents. Excitement surged through me as I dared to envision my words finding a home in the hearts of readers and on bookshelves. But alas, the publishing industry, unpr
edictable as ever, had other plans. Agents who championed my work embarked on unforeseen sabbaticals (two went on literal 'walkabouts' in Australia), leaving my manuscripts in limbo.

Yet, as any writer will attest, setbacks are as much a part of the narrative as successes. From the ashes of dashed hopes rose a new determination—a resolve to delve deeper into the realms of storytelling. I shifted my focus, crafting six tales of small-town romance that celebrated the quiet complexities of everyday life. Each story spoke to the enduring power of love in its simplest and most profound forms.

Venturing further into the annals of history, I penned a solitary historical romance—a tribute to epochs past and the timeless allure of love against a backdrop of sweeping change of WWI in France.

But it was within the shadows of seven young adult psychological thrillers that I found my true voice echoing back at me—a voice that whispered secrets, spun webs of suspense, and dared readers to confront the darkest corners of the human psyche. Each thriller became a labyrinth of twists and turns, where protagonists grappled not only with external adversaries but with the complexities of their own minds.

And now, here I stand, ready to embark on the next chapter of my literary odyssey. The journey back to writing is not merely about picking up where I left off but about embracing the evolution that each story, each setback, has carved into my craft. It is about honoring the stories that have shaped me—the romances that taught me the intricacies of the heart, the historical tapestries that whispered of forgotten lives, and the psychological mazes that challenged the boundaries of perception.

As I dust off my keyboard and let my fingers dance across the keys once more, I am reminded that writing is not defined by acceptance alone but by the relentless pursuit of storytelling in all its forms. It is about weaving narratives that resonate, characters that linger, and emotions that transcend the page. 

I'm ready to enjoy the journey of writing. And I'm ready to move to the next part of my journey--PUBLISHING! BOYAH!




Sunday, July 7, 2024

Discover the Remarkable Journey of "Lady Flyer" by Heather Moore


The Remarkable Journey of "Lady Flyer" by Heather Moore

If you're a fan of historical fiction that brings to life the inspiring stories of unsung heroines, then Heather Moore's latest book, "Lady Flyer," is a must-read for you. Moore, known for her meticulous research and captivating storytelling, has once again delivered a riveting tale that immerses readers in the daring world of female aviators.

Based on a true story and set against the backdrop of WWII, a young woman’s love of flying becomes an epic fight for identity and equality.

In the quiet town of Houghton, Michigan, sixteen-year-old Nancy Harkness discovers a passion that ignites her heart in ways she never expected. The arrival of barnstormer pilots brings more than just the thrill of their daring stunts; it brings the promise of adventure. Nancy vows she will be a pilot someday.

Years later, as the dark clouds of World War II gather on the horizon, Nancy’s dreams take a new and daring turn. With unwavering determination, she envisions a squadron of female pilots. Yet, her path is far from clear. The male-dominated world of aviation pushes back, determined to keep women out of the skies.

But Nancy isn’t alone in her quest for equality. Jackie Cochran, a formidable aviatrix and Nancy’s rival, has her own dreams and ambitions for women in aviation. As they both navigate the turbulent skies of a nation at war, their destinies intertwine in a story of rivalry, respect, and competition.

Why You Should Read "Lady Flyer"

"Lady Flyer" is more than just a historical fiction novel; it's a celebration of the indomitable spirit of women who paved the way for future generations. Heather Moore has crafted a story that is both educational and entertaining, shedding light on a fascinating chapter of history that is often overlooked. Whether you're a history buff, an aviation enthusiast, or simply someone who loves a good story about strong women, "Lady Flyer" is a book that will leave a lasting impression.

Happy reading! If you have any thoughts or questions about the book, feel free to leave a comment below. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Monday, June 26, 2023

Orchid Child Paperback by Victoria Costello DEBUT!

Orchid Child Paperback by Victoria Costello DEBUT!

In the wake of a scandalous affair, Kate’s budding career in neuroscience crashes. Suddenly, she's transported into a life that her grandmother predicted for her—raising her schizoaffective nephew and embracing an unknown destiny to save their family.  
Refusing to accept that this fate is "unfortunate," Kate takes a job studying a neurodiversity phenomenon in their family’s homeland in West Ireland. The plan: get Kate’s career back on track and give Teague a chance at a normal life. However, this only becomes more complicated when a local Druid chief notices Teague's gift of second sight when the voices of his ancestors start speaking to him. Will Kate be able to accept the limits of science and the power of their ancestral ties, or will she let modern practices interfere with their family’s ancient magic and doom them both?


Victoria Costello’s debut novel is a riveting story of healing familial pain, mythical secrets, and destiny. Costello has previously authored and coauthored six popular nonfiction books for Penguin, Hazelden, and Adams Media. Using her work in psychology and mental wellness to inspire her past titles, her writing is elegant, compelling, and profound. 

Kindergarten at 60 by Dian Seidel PUBLISH DATE!

Kindergarten at 60 by Dian Seidel PUBLISH DATE!

Teaching kindergarten in Thailand wasn't the job Dian Seidel had in mind when, at age sixty and craving adventure, she convinced her husband that they should try working abroad. But coping with rambunctious children, sweltering heat, and Covid-19 turned out to be the challenge she needed. Struggling to understand Thai culture, their school, and their marriage, could she learn Thailand's essential lesson: mai pen rai, don't worry, keep cool?

Part travel memoir and part second act story, KINDERGARTEN AT 60 is a retirement tale like none other. With gentle humor and polished prose, Seidel explores universal themes via the adventures of everyday life. Job-hunting retirees confront age restrictions. A couple navigates 24/7 togetherness for the first time in their lives.

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Before her unexpected "second act" teaching kindergarten in Thailand, Dian Seidel was a climate scientist at NOAA. Her research contributed to the 2007 Nobel Peace Prizewinning Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. Originally from Massachusetts, she now lives in the Washington, DC, area, where she teaches English as a second language and Iyengar yoga.

Her writing has appeared in Passager, Anak Sastra, Lucky Jefferson, Pen in Hand, The New

York Times, and Bethesda Magazine. She loves crossword puzzles, book clubs, open ocean swimming, and the heart of a ripe watermelon on an August afternoon.

Dian Seidel

Professionals accustomed to working with adults are overwhelmed, and charmed, by a passel of two-, three-, and four-year-olds. An introvert struggles to forge cross-cultural and cross-generational friendships. Americans face the challenges of the five-tone Thai language and five-alarm Thai chilies.

Seidel's heartwarming story offers a unique perspective on contemporary Thailand and introduces readers to an unforgettable cast of characters at Pathum Thani Prep. Join the journey, meet the kids, and experience


KINDERGARTEN AT 60.

Author: Dian Seidel ○ Publisher: Apprentice House Press ○ Release date: June 20, 2023 ○ Format: Hardcover,

Paperback, eBook ○ ISBN: 978-1-62720-446-0 Paperback, 978-1-62720-447-7 Ebook ○ Price: $18.99

paperback, $6.49 eBook ○ Pages: 285 ○ Distribution: Ingram ○ Genre: Memoir

Publicity Contact: Emily Keough, emily@mindbuckmedia.com

Credit Photographer Derek Parks


Praise For Kindergarten at 60


"This delightful and inspiring work recounts an important and forever altering time in the

author's life."

—The BookLife Prize


"Dian Seidel turned the page on an eminent career in climate science to embark on a completely

different pursuit: teaching English to children in Thailand. There is a wisdom and warmth here in

discovering adventure at an age when that word has departed most people’s vocabularies. They

say learning a language stretches the mind. What happens when that is combined with

immersion in a completely different culture on the other side of the world? Seidel presents her

adventure in a series of vignettes, seeing big picture issues through the lens of a kindergarten

classroom. She emerges from her trial with strength and grace and gentleness."

—David Goodrich, author of A Hole in the Wind:


A Climate Scientist's Bicycle Journey Across the United States

"Former climate scientist Dian Seidel chronicles her revelations as she and her husband Steve

teach kindergarten in Thailand. While realizing that life past 60 is full of adventures, they try to

embrace the Thai philosophy of mai pen rai, or relax and enjoy what life brings. This well-written

travelogue will appeal particularly to people looking forward to the next chapter of their lives."

—Blythe Grossberg, Psy.D., author of I Left My Homework in the Hamptons


"Kindergarten at 60 is a beautifully written memoir with the perfect touch of humor. It is a joy to

join Dian Seidel on her five-month assignment teaching children in Pathum Thani, a place far

from home. Simultaneously teacher and student, she learns valuable lessons about herself from

her young Thai students. The heart of Kindergarten at 60 is an endearing love story of a retired

couple enjoying the adventure together. Thank you, Teacher Dian for taking us on this journey.

Khop khun kha."

—Michelle Paris, author of New Normal



"Dian Seidel gives us a delightful glimpse into Thailand and its culture, reminding us that we can

find adventure in post-retirement years. Her memoir brings to life the commonalities of children

around the world and the struggles of teachers everywhere."

—Sarah Birnbach, author of A Daughter's Kaddish:


My Year of Grief, Devotion, and Healing

"When it’s time to retire from a structured life, what do you do? In Dian Seidel’s book,

Kindergarten at 60, she invites you to join her and her husband in their voyage into the unknown

language, culture, history and social values of Thailand. Kindergarten at 60 is an interesting mix of

the challenges and adventure they find along with the heartwarming discovery of the children

and fellow international teachers they bond with during their stay."

—Tom Crowley, author Mercy’s Heroes and Bangkok Gamble


"A heartwarming, informative and inspiring memoir about our ability to learn at any age through

our willingness to serve and open our hearts to the new and unexpected."

—Nina Wise, performance artist


"A charming tale of a second act and self-discovery in a far-off tropical clime. Dian Seidel did

what the rest of us only talk about."

—John Burgess, author of Angkor’s Temples in the Modern Era:

War, Pride, and Tourist Dollars


Friday, November 6, 2020

THE FORGOTTEN SISTER by Nicola Cornick Blog Tour and EXCERPT!

 










PROLOGUE 
Amy Robsart, Cumnor Village 
They came for me one night in the winter of 1752 when the ice was on the pond and the trees bowed under the weight of the hoar frost. There were nine priests out of Oxford, garbed all in white with tapers in hand. Some looked fearful, others burned with a righteous fervour because they thought they were doing the Lord’s work. All of them looked cold, huddled within their cassocks, the one out ahead gripping the golden crucifix as though it were all that stood between him and the devil himself. 

The villagers came out to watch for a while, standing around in uneasy groups, their breath like smoke on the night air, then the lure of the warm alehouse called them back and they went eagerly, talking of uneasy ghosts and the folly of the holy men in thinking they could trap my spirit. 

The hunt was long. I ran through the lost passageways of Cumnor Hall with the priests snapping at my heels and in the end, exhausted and vanquished, my ghost sank into the dark pool. They said their prayers over me and returned to their cloisters and believed the haunting to be at an end. 

Yet an unquiet ghost is not so easily laid to rest. They had trapped my wandering spirit but I was not at peace. When the truth is concealed the pattern will repeat. The first victim was Amyas Latimer, the poor boy who fell to his death from the tower of the church where my body was buried. Then there was the little serving girl, Amethyst Green, who tumbled from the roof of Oakhangar Hall. Soon there will be another. If no one prevents it, I know there will be a fourth death and a fifth, and on into an endless future, the same pattern, yet different each time, a shifting magic lantern projecting the horror of that day centuries ago. 

There is only one hope. 

I sense her presence beside me through the dark. Each time it happens she is there too, in a different guise, like me. She is my nemesis, the arch-enemy. Yet she is the only one who can free me and break this curse. In the end it all depends on her and in freeing my spirit I sense she will also free her own. 

Elizabeth. 

I met her only a handful of times in my life. She was little but she was fierce, always, fierce enough to survive against the odds, a fighter, clever, ruthless, destined always to be alone. We could never have been friends yet we are locked together in this endless dance through time.

 I possessed the one thing she wanted and could not have and in my dying I denied it to her forever. For a little while I thought that would be enough to satisfy me. Yet revenge sours and diminishes through the years. All I wish now is to be released from my pain and to ensure this can never happen again. 
Elizabeth, my enemy, you are the only one who can help me now but to do that you must change, you must see that the truth needs to be told. Open your eyes. Find the light.

Excerpted from The Forgotten Sister by Nicola Cornick Copyright © Nicola Cornick. Published by Graydon House Books.






Thursday, November 5, 2020

HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE by Jennie Goutet

HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE by Jennie Goutet is out now! Be sure to order your copy of this sweet Regency romance today!

Title: His Disinclined Bride
Author: Jennie Goutet 
Genre: Regency Romance 

About His Disinclined Bride: 
Theirs is not a love match. She’ll make sure of it.

Kitty Stokes never imagined she’d be so weak as to sacrifice herself on the altar of family obligations, but when the only alternative to marriage with Lord Hayworth is to play nursemaid to her brother’s children, Kitty reluctantly agrees. On her wedding day, she’s certain she has made a grave error, but it’s too late to back out.

Phineas Hayworth refrained from setting eyes on his new bride before their wedding day—the price he forced himself to pay for being so mercenary as to wed the sister of a wealthy merchant in a bid to save his estate from ruins. Her beauty, therefore, comes as a shock, as does her icy treatment, which he feels he deserves. He swears an oath he will not approach her for an heir unless the invitation comes from her.

As Phineas sets out to put his estate in order and present his new wife to Society, he finds her more enchanting than he could have hoped for, even in a love match. Kitty continues to hold him at arm’s length, although he suspects her feelings for him run just as deep. As Phineas’s love and desire for his wife grows, the oath he swore her begins to suffocate. It soon becomes clear that while he’d once been prepared to settle for a loveless marriage, he will not abide an unrequited love. 




HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE by Jennie Goutet is out now! Be sure to order your copy of this sweet Regency romance today!

 

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About Jennie Goutet:

Jennie Goutet is an American-born Anglophile, who lives with her French husband and their three children in a small town outside Paris. Her imagination resides in Regency England, where her historical romances are set. Jennie is also author of the award-winning memoir, Stars Upside Down, and the modern romances, A Sweetheart in Paris and A Noble Affair. A Christian, a cook, and an inveterate klutz, Jennie writes about faith, food, and lifeeven the clumsy momentson her blog, aladyinfrance.com. You can learn more about Jennie and her books on her author website, jenniegoutet.com.  

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Saturday, October 24, 2020

THE WRONG KIND OF WOMAN by Sarah McCraw Blog tour! And excerpt!




 Chapter One

November 1970 Westfield, New Hampshire

OLIVER DIED THE SUNDAY after Thanksgiving, the air heavy with snow that hadn’t fallen yet. His last words to Virginia were “Tacks, Ginny? Do we have any tacks?”

That morning at breakfast, their daughter, Rebecca, had complained about her eggs—runny and gross, she said. Also, the whole neighborhood already had their Christmas lights up, and why didn’t they ever have outside lights? Virginia tuned her out; at thirteen, Rebecca had reached the age of comparison, noticing where her classmates’ families went on vacation, what kinds of cars they drove. But Oliver agreed about the lights, and after eating his own breakfast and Rebecca’s rejected eggs, he drove off to the hardware store to buy heavy-duty Christmas lights.

Back at home, Oliver called Virginia out onto the front porch, where he and Rebecca had looped strings of colored lights around the handrails on either side of the steps. Virginia waved at their neighbor Gerda across the street— on her own front porch, Gerda knelt next to a pile of balsam branches, arranging them into two planters—as Rebecca and Oliver described their lighting scheme. Rebecca’s cheeks had gone ruddy in the New Hampshire cold, as Oliver’s had; Rebecca had his red-gold hair too.

“Up one side and down the other,” Rebecca said. “Like they do at Molly’s house—”

“Tacks, Ginny? Do we have any tacks?” Oliver interrupted. In no time, he’d lost patience with this project, judging by the familiar set of his jaw, the frown lines corrugating his forehead.

A few minutes later, box of nails and hammer in hand, Virginia saw Oliver’s booted feet splayed out on the walk, those old work boots he’d bought on their honeymoon in Germany a lifetime ago. “Do you have to lie down like that to—” she began, while Rebecca squeezed out from between the porch and the overgrown rhododendron.

“Dad?” Rebecca’s voice pitched upward. “Daddy!”

Virginia slowly took in that Oliver was lying half on the lawn, half on the brick walk, one hand clutching the end of a light string. Had he fallen? It made no sense, him just lying there on the ground like that, and she hurtled down the porch steps. Oliver’s eyes had rolled back so only the whites showed. But he’d just asked for tacks, and she hadn’t had time to ask if nails would work instead. She crouched, put her mouth to his and tried to breathe for him. Something was happening, yes, maybe now he would turn out to be just resting, and in a minute he’d sit up and laugh with disbelief.

Next to her, Rebecca shook Oliver’s shoulder, pounded on it. “Dad! You fainted! Wake up—”

“Go call the operator,” Virginia said. “Tell them we need an ambulance, tell them it’s an emergency, a heart attack, Becca! Run!” Rebecca ran.

Virginia put her ear to Oliver’s chest, listening. A flurry of movement: Gerda was suddenly at her side, kneeling, and Eileen from next door, then Rebecca, gasping or maybe sobbing. Virginia felt herself being pulled out of the way as the ambulance backed into the driveway and the two para- medics bent close. They too breathed for Oliver, pressed on his chest while counting, then lifted him gently onto the backboard and up into the ambulance.

She didn’t notice that she was holding Rebecca’s hand on her one side and Eileen’s hand on the other, and that Gerda had slung a protective arm around Rebecca. She barely noticed when Eileen bundled her and Rebecca into the car without a coat or purse. She didn’t notice the snow that had started to fall, first snow of the season. Later, that absence of snow came back to her, when the image of Oliver lying on the bare ground, uncushioned even by snow, wouldn’t leave her.


Aneurysm. A ruptured aneurysm, a balloon that had burst, sending a wave of blood into Oliver’s brain. A subarachnoid hemorrhage. She said all those new words about a thousand times, along with more familiar words: bleed and blood and brain. Rips and tears. One in a million. Sitting at the kitchen table, Rebecca next to her and the coiled phone cord stretched taut around both of them, Virginia called one disbelieving person after another, repeated all those words to her mother, her sister Marnie, Oliver’s brother, Oliver’s department chair, the people in her address book, the people in his.

At President Weissman’s house five days later, Virginia kept hold of Rebecca. Rebecca had stayed close, sleeping in the middle of Virginia and Oliver’s bed as if she were little and sleepwalking again, her shruggy new adolescent self forgotten. They’d turned into a sudden team of two, each one circling, like moons, around the other.

Oliver’s department chair had talked Virginia into a reception at President Weissman’s house, a campus funeral. In the house’s central hall, Virginia’s mother clutched at her arm, murmuring about the lovely Christmas decorations, those balsam garlands and that enormous twinkling tree, and how they never got the fragrant balsam trees in Norfolk, did they, only the Fraser firs—

“Let’s go look at the Christmas tree, Grandmomma.” Rebecca took her grandmother’s hand as they moved away. What a grown-up thing to do, Virginia thought, glad for the release from Momma and her chatter.

“Wine?” Virginia’s sister Marnie said, folding her hand around a glass. Virginia nodded and took a sip. Marnie stayed next to her as one person and another came close to say something complimentary about Oliver, what a wonderful teacher he’d been and a great young historian, an influential member of the Clarendon community. And his clarinet, what would they do without Oliver’s tremendous clarinet playing? The church service had been lovely, hadn’t it? He sure would have loved that jazz trio.

She heard herself answering normally, as if this one small thing had gone wrong, except now she found herself in a tunnel, everyone else echoing and far away. Out of a clutch of Clarendon boys, identical in their khakis and blue blazers, their too-long hair curling behind their ears, one stepped forward. Sam, a student in her tiny fall seminar, the Italian Baroque.

“I—I just wanted to say…” Sam faltered. “But he was a great teacher, and even more in the band—” The student- faculty jazz band, he meant.

“Thank you, Sam,” she said. “I appreciate that.” She watched him retreat to his group. Someone had arranged for Sam and a couple of other Clarendon boys to play during the reception, and she hadn’t noticed until now.

“How ’bout we sit, hon.” Marnie steered her to a couch. “I’m going to check on Becca and Momma and June—” the oldest of Virginia’s two sisters “—and then I’ll be right back.”

“Right.” Virginia half listened to the conversation around her, people in little clumps with their sherries and whiskeys. Mainframe, new era, she heard. Then well, but Nixon, and a few problems with the vets on campus. She picked up President Weissman’s voice, reminiscing about the vets on campus after the war thirty years ago. “Changed the place for the better, I think,” President Weissman said. “A seriousness of purpose.” And she could hear Louise Walsh arguing with someone about the teach-in that should have happened last spring.

Maybe Oliver would appreciate being treated like a dignitary. Maybe he’d be pleased at the turnout, all the faculty and students who’d shown up at the Congregational Church at lunchtime on a Friday. Probably he wished he could put Louise in her place about the teach-in. Virginia needed to find Rebecca, and she needed to make sure Momma hadn’t collapsed out of holiday party–funeral confusion. But now Louise Walsh loomed over her in a shape- less black suit, and she stood up again to shake Louise’s hand. “I just want to say how sorry I am,” Louise said. “I truly admired his teaching and—everything else. We’re all going to miss him.”

“Thank you, Louise.” Virginia considered returning the compliment, to say that Oliver had admired Louise too. Louise had tenure, the only woman in the history department, the only woman at Clarendon, to be tenured. Lou- ise had been a thorn in Oliver’s side, the person Oliver had complained about the most. Louise was one of the four women on faculty at Clarendon; the Gang of Four, Oliver and the others had called them.

Outside the long windows, a handful of college boys tossed a football on a fraternity lawn across the street, one skidding in the snow as he caught the ball. Someone had spray-painted wobbly blue peace signs on the frat’s white clapboard wall, probably after Kent State. But the Clarendon boys were rarely political; they were athletic: in their baggy wool trousers, they ran, skied, hiked, went gliding off the college’s ski jump, human rockets on long skis. They built a tremendous bonfire on the Clarendon green in the fall, enormous snow sculptures in the winter. They stumbled home drunk, singing. Their limbs seemed loosely attached to their bodies. Oliver had once been one of those boys.

“Come on, pay attention,” Marnie said, and she propelled Virginia toward President Weissman, who took Virginia’s hands.

“I cannot begin to express all my sympathy and sad- ness.” President Weissman’s eyes were magnified behind his glasses. “Our firmament has lost a star.” He kissed her on the cheek, pulling a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, so she could wipe her eyes and nose again.


At the reception, Aunt June kept asking Rebecca if she was doing okay, and did she need anything, and Aunt Marnie kept telling Aunt June to quit bothering Rebecca. Mom looked nothing like her sisters: Aunt Marnie was bulky with short pale hair, Aunt June was petite, her hair almost black, and Mom was in between. Rebecca used to love her aunts’ Tidewater accents, and the way Mom’s old accent would return around her sisters, her vowels stretching out and her voice going up and down the way Aunt June’s and Aunt Marnie’s voices did. Rebecca and Dad liked to tease Mom about her accent, and Mom would say I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t sound anything like June. Or Marnie. But especially not June.

Nothing Rebecca thought made any sense. She couldn’t think about something that she and Dad liked, or didn’t like, or laughed about, because there was no more Dad. Aunt Marnie had helped her finish the Christmas lights, sort of, not the design she and Dad had shared, but just wrapped around the porch bannisters. It looked a little crazy, actually. Mom hadn’t noticed.

“Here’s some cider, honey,” Aunt June said. “How about some cheese and crackers? You need to eat.”

“I’m okay,” Rebecca said. “Thanks,” she remembered to add.

“Have you ever tried surfing?” Aunt June asked. “The boys—” Rebecca’s cousins “—love to surf. They’ll teach you.” “Okay.” Rebecca wanted to say that it was December and there was snow on the ground, so there was no rea- son to talk about surfing. Instead she said that she’d bodysurfed with her cousins at Virginia Beach plenty of times, but she’d never gotten on a surfboard. As far as she could tell, only boys ever went surfing, and the waves at Virginia Beach were never like the waves on Hawaii Five-0. Mostly the boys just sat on their surfboards gazing out at the hazy- white horizon, and at the coal ships and aircraft carriers chugging toward Norfolk.

“You’ll get your chance this summer—I’ll bet you’ll be a natural,” Aunt June said.

Things would keep happening. Winter would happen. There would be more snow, and skiing at the Ski Bowl. The town pond would open for skating and hockey. The snow would melt and it would be spring and summer again. They’d go to Norfolk for a couple of weeks after school let out and Mom would complain about everything down there, and get into a fight with Aunt June, and they’d all go to the beach, and Dad would get the most sunburned, his ears and the tops of his feet burned pink and peely…

“Let’s just step outside into the fresh air for a minute, sweetheart,” Aunt June said, and Rebecca stood up and followed her aunt to the room with all the coats, one hand over her mouth to hold in the latest sob, even after she and Mom had agreed they were all cried out and others would be crying today, but the two of them were all done with crying. She knew that the fresh air wouldn’t help anything.

Excerpted from The Wrong Kind of Woman by Sarah McCraw Crow © 2020 by Sarah McCraw Crow, used with permission by MIRA Books/HarperCollins.





THE WRONG KIND OF WOMAN
By Sarah McCraw Crow
On Sale: October 6, 2020 
MIRA Books
Literary Fiction; Coming of age fiction; Mothers & family
978-0778310075; 0778310078
$27.99 USD
320 pages

About the Book

A powerful exploration of what a woman can be when what she should be is no longer an option

In late 1970, Oliver Desmarais drops dead in his front yard while hanging Christmas lights. In the year that follows, his widow, Virginia, struggles to find her place on the campus of the elite New Hampshire men’s college where Oliver was a professor. While Virginia had always shared her husband’s prejudices against the four outspoken, never-married women on the faculty—dubbed the Gang of Four by their male counterparts—she now finds herself depending on them, even joining their work to bring the women’s movement to Clarendon College.

Soon, though, reports of violent protests across the country reach this sleepy New England town, stirring tensions between the fraternal establishment of Clarendon and those calling for change. As authorities attempt to tamp down “radical elements,” Virginia must decide whether she’s willing to put herself and her family at risk for a cause that had never felt like her own.

Told through alternating perspectives, The Wrong Kind of Woman is an engrossing story about finding the strength to forge new paths, beautifully woven against the rapid changes of the early ‘70s.

About the author

Sarah McCraw Crow grew up in Virginia but has lived most of her adult life in New Hampshire. Her short fiction has run in Calyx, Crab Orchard Review, Good Housekeeping, So to Speak, Waccamaw, and Stanford Alumni Magazine. She is a graduate of Dartmouth College and Stanford University, and is finishing an MFA degree at Vermont College of Fine Arts. When she's not reading or writing, she's probably gardening or snowshoeing (depending on the weather).

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PRAISE
“In her entrancing debut, McCraw Crow traces the impact of second-wave feminism and the antiwar movement in the early 1970s on a New Hampshire college campus. . . . The choice to present the characters’ desperate actions in shades of gray makes for engrossing reading.” —Publishers Weekly


“Sarah McCraw Crow's writing is layered with so much insight and compassion. A glorious debut filled with characters grasping to find a place to belong in a world on the edge of change.” —Carol Rifka Brunt, New York Times bestselling author of Tell the Wolves I’m Home

“The Wrong Kind of Woman is the right kind of book. A beautifully written exploration of loss, the novel captures its characters at the cusp of personal and social change. Sarah McCraw Crow deftly navigates the campus and national politics of the ’70s in a way that remains timely and pressing today. A powerful, thought-provoking debut.” —Amy Meyerson, Nationally bestselling author of The Bookshop of Yesterdays

“McCraw Crow brings to life the early days of the women's movement. The Wrong Kind of Woman is the story we need now: one which examines systemic sexism through not only a historical filter but via rich and authentic characters. Virginia's struggle echoes the struggle of so many women, throughout history.” —T. Greenwood, bestselling author of Keeping Lucy

“How could I not devour a book set in my favorite era? About family, marriage, love and grief and a country in the turbulent flux of change, The Wrong Kind of Woman limns the lives of a stunned widow, her daughter and a student as they all struggle to come to terms with death—and life—against the backdrop of the Vietnam war, Kent State, the drug culture, and the first heady rise of the women’s movement. Absolutely fabulous.” —Caroline Leavitt, New York Times bestselling author of Pictures of You and Cruel Beautiful World

“A professor’s death wrenches his wife and daughter into a new world as they join women fighting for equality in the early seventies, a time when elite education is cracking open by those knocking down single-gender barriers. The Wrong Kind of Woman explores the strength women found to stop papering over the glaring flaws in the world and live with eyes wide open with grace and honesty.” —Randy Susan Meyers, author of Waisted

“With equal parts shrewdness, wisdom, and warmth, Sarah McCraw Crow’s debut novel brings a canny eye to a forever lively moment in U.S. history. Like Marilyn French and Erica Jong before her, Crow lets her cast of characters speak to and for its readers about their mom’s, their dad’s, and their own enactment of the 1970's wave of what once was, still is, and will surely again be called The Women’s Movement. Graceful, solid, and beautifully rendered, The Wrong Kind of Woman is exactly the right kind of book for all of us.” —Abby Frucht, author of Maids