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I rarely watch book trailers, but I do occasionally watch them. I didn't know there was a trailer for This World We Live In so it caught my eye as I was reading blog posts in my google reader.
I absolutely love it!!! I think it really evokes the feeling of the books and makes me wish they'd be movies! (which is why I don't actually watch book trailers very often)
About the Book:Graphic designer Gracie Temple wants it all: the big city lifestyle and a successful job in advertising. And it looks like her life is on the right track when she takes a job at a struggling, midsize firm in Wichita.
But Gracie Temple's uncle left her a house in a rural Mennonite community. She soon learns he secluded himself for years to protect a secret about her own father. Now it's up to Gracie to decide if she'll keep the secret or if she can afford to expose it.
Sam Goodrich loves his fruit farm in Harmony, Kansas. But when he meets city-girl Gracie, he begins to wonder if he could leave it behind for a woman who makes him feel things he's never felt before.
When someone tries to keep Gracie from discovering the truth behind the town's collection of secrets, will Sam and Gracie cling to their faith to help them decide what's most important...before it's too late?
(I received a copy of this book and will be passing it on to my mom for review)
It's time for some book lust! Here are some Christian fiction books coming out in the next year and early 2011 that I'm really looking forward to:
Love Amid the Ashes by Mesu Andrews (Revell-2011) About the Book: Readers often think of Job sitting on the ash heap, his life in shambles. But how did he get there? What was Job's life like before tragedy struck? What did he think as his world came crashing down around him? And what was life like after God restored his wealth, health, and family?
Through painstaking research and a writer's creative mind, Mesu Andrews weaves an emotional and stirring account of this well-known story told through the eyes of the women who loved him. Drawing together the account of Job with those of Esau's tribe and Jacob's daughter Dinah, Love Amid the Ashes breathes life, romance, and passion into the classic biblical story of suffering and steadfast faith.
Why It Looks Good to Me: I think the idea of Biblical fiction about the life of Job is a great idea. I personally haven't read any, and we all feel a little like Job at time, so I think the story has potential to be really interesting and gripping.
Paradise Valley by Dale Cramer (Bethany House 2011) About the Book: An Amish settlement in Ohio has run afoul of a law requiring their children to attend public school. Caleb Bender and his neighbors are arrested for neglect, with the state ordering the children be placed in an institution. Among them are Caleb's teenage daughter, Rachel, and the boy she has her eye on, Jake Weaver. Romance blooms between the two when Rachel helps Jake escape the children's home.
Searching for a place to relocate his family where no such laws apply, Caleb learns there's inexpensive land for sale in Mexico, a place called Paradise Valley. Despite rumors of instability in the wake of the Mexican revolution, the Amish community decides this is their answer. And since it was Caleb's idea, he and his family will be the pioneers. They will send for the others once he's established a foothold and assessed the situation.
Caleb's daughters are thrown into turmoil. Rachel doesn't want to leave Jake. Her sister, Emma, who has been courting Levi Mullet, fears her dreams of marriage will be dashed. Miriam has never had a beau and is acutely aware there will be no prospects in Mexico.
Once there, they meet Domingo, a young man and guide who takes a liking to Miriam, something her father would never approve. While Paradise Valley is everything they'd hoped it would be, it isn't long before the bandits start giving them trouble, threatening to upset the fledgling Amish settlement, even putting their lives in danger. Thankfully no one has been harmed, so far anyway.
Why It Looks Good to Me: I absolutely LOVED Dale Cramer's Levi's Will and thought it was the best Amish fiction book I've read. He's a great writer and this premise of this one...the conflicts the Amish face in interactions with the rest of the world are a source of endless fascination and I suspect that Paradise Valley will continue to some of the issues raised in Levi's Will. I really CANNOT WAIT for this book!
Another Dawn by Kathryn Cushman (Bethany House 2011) About the Book: Grace Graham is back in Tennessee with her four-year-old son on a short unpaid leave from work, helping her father recover from surgery and spending time with her sister. Shoal Creek seems more backward than ever after her years in California, and it's hard to find organic food anywhere.
When the unthinkable happens and her son is diagnosed with measles, Grace's fears over modern medicine take a dangerous turn. Worse, the town has fallen into quarantine and its residents focus their anger and blame on Grace. She is alone and scared, until one brave woman chooses to reach out a hand of forgiveness and mercy.
But when the outbreak takes a life-threatening turn, will Grace be able to forgive herself?
Why It Looks Good to Me: I think Kathryn Cushman does a good job of creating situations I haven't thought of before in her fiction and creating characters that struggle to make the right choices daily. I also tend to like stories with people being quarantined or otherwise shut off from society and I think this is an interesting premise for a novel.
A Heart Most Worthy by Siri Mitchell (Bethany House 2011) About the Book: The elegance of Madame Forza's gown shop is a far cry from the downtrodden North End of Boston. Yet each day Julietta, Annamaria, and Luciana enter the world of the upper class, working on finery for the elite in society. The three beauties each long to break free of their obligations and embrace the American dream—and their chance for love. But the ways of the heart are difficult to discern at times. Julietta is drawn to the swarthy, mysterious Angelo. Annamaria has a star-crossed encounter with the grocer's son, a man from the entirely wrong family. And through no intent of her own, Luciana catches the eye of Billy Quinn, the son of Madame Forza's most important client.
Their destinies intertwined, each harboring a secret from their families and each other, will they be found worthy of the love they seek?
Why It Looks Good to Me: Siri Mitchell is one of my favorite authors. I like this unique setting for American historical fiction and I love stories that involve words like "destinies intertwined" This is another one I absolutely can't wait to read!
Almost Heaven by Chris Fabry (Tyndale, October 2010) About the Book: Billy Allman is a hillbilly genius. People in Dogwood, West Virginia, say he was born with a second helping of brains and a gift for playing the mandolin but was cut short on social skills. Though he’d gladly give you the shirt off his back, they were right. Billy longs to use his life as an ode to God, a lyrical, beautiful bluegrass song played with a finely tuned heart. So with spare parts from a lifetime of collecting, he builds a radio station in his own home. People in town laugh. But Billy carries a brutal secret that keeps him from significance and purpose. Things always seem to go wrong for him.
However small his life seems, from a different perspective Billy’s song reaches far beyond the hills and hollers he calls home. Malachi is an angel sent to observe Billy. Though it is not his dream assignment, Malachi follows the man and begins to see the bigger picture of how each painful step Billy takes is a note added to a beautiful symphony that will forever change the lives of those who hear it.
Why It Looks Good To Me: Oh the cover. This is complete cover love, I LOVE that cover! :) I also have a fondness for characters like Billy, and bluegrass music...and while I have yet to read a book by Chris Fabry, I've heard nothing but good things!
The Miracle of Mercy Land by River Jordan (September 2010 Waterbrook Multnomah) About the Book: Mercy Land has made some unexpected choices for a young woman in the 1930s. The sheltered daughter of a traveling preacher, she chooses to leave her rural community to move to nearby Bay City on the warm, gulf-waters of southern Alabama. There she finds a job at the local paper and spends seven years making herself indispensable to old Doc Philips, the publisher and editor. Then she gets a frantic call at dawn—it’s the biggest news story of her life, and she can’t print a word of it.
Doc has come into possession of a curious book that maps the lives of everyone in Bay City—decisions they’ve made in the past, and how those choices affect the future. Mercy and Doc are consumed by the mystery locked between the pages—Doc because he hopes to right a very old wrong, and Mercy because she wants to fulfill the book’s strange purpose. But when a mysterious stranger shows up, Mercy begins to understand she may have to choose between love and loneliness . . . or good and evil . . . for the rest of her life.
Why It Looks Good to Me: Oh come on, isn't it obvious? The ability to know the consequences of choices and have the power to change them? (reminds me of LOST) This one definitely looks fantastic! And what a cover!
Lady In Waiting by Susan Meissner (Waterbrook Multnomah September 2010) About the Book: Content in her comfortable marriage of twenty-two years, Jane Lindsay never expected to watch her husband Brad pack his belongings and walk out the door of their Manhattan home. But when it happens, she feels powerless to stop him and the course of events that follow Brad’s departure. Jane finds an old ring in a box of relics from a British jumble sale and discovers a Latin inscription in the band along with just one other word: Jane. Feeling instant connection to the mysterious ring bearing her namesake, Jane begins a journey to learn more about the ring—and perhaps about herself. ~ In the sixteenth-century, Lucy Day becomes the dressmaker to Lady Jane Grey, an innocent young woman whose fate seems to be controlled by a dangerous political and religious climate, one threatening to deny her true love and pursuit of her own interests. As the stories of both Janes dovetail through the journey of one ring, it becomes clear that each woman has far more influence over their lives than they once imagined. It all comes down to the choices each makes despite the realities they face.
Why It Looks Good to Me: I loved Susan Meissner's Shape of Mercy and this book seems to be similar in style to that one. I also like that it appears to be about empowerment! Woo-hoo! :)
Valeria's Cross by Kathi Macias and Susan Wales (Abingdon Press, September 2010) About the Book: In the 3rd century, pampered Roman princess Valeria falls in love with Mauritius, captain of the Theban Legion. She sends him off to battle, where he suffers under the schemes of a notorious pagan general with an ambition for power and a lust for Valeria.
In a scene based on true events, the evil Galerius kills Mauritius and his entire legion for their Christian faith. And in a shocking turn of events, the grieving Valeria is forced to become Galerius’ wife against her will. Never has a marriage been set up for such failure.
Valeria loathes her new husband, but he seems to undergo a change of heart, adopting a child for her and giving her power and authority, and even love. She struggles with the commitment she knows she must keep, and the love she knows she will never find again.
Why It Looks Good To Me: This book was actually recommended to me and once I read the description, I got really excited. I love the drama of it! It also seems like a really interesting story I don't know very much about, so I'm looking forward to it.
Amy Inspired by Bethany Pierce (Bethany House October 2010) About the Book: Amy Gallagher is an aspiring writer who, after countless rejections, has settled for a career as an English professor in small-town Ohio just to pay the bills. All her dreams suddenly start to unravel as rejections pile up--both from publishers and her boyfriend. But just as Amy fears her life is stuck in a holding pattern, she meets the mysterious, attractive, and unavailable Eli.
She struggles to walk the fine line between friendship and something more with Eli, even as staying true to her faith becomes unexpectedly complicated. When secrets, tragedy, and poor decisions cause rifts in Amy's relationships, she must come to terms with who she's become, her unrealized aspirations for her life, and the state of her faith. Can she dare to hope that she will find love and fulfillment despite it all?
Why It Looks Good To Me: Because frankly, I could use some inspiring! It also sounds like the kind of book I long for....a book that's deeply without faith without offering up all of the answers. And what a cover!
The Air We Breathe By Christa Parrish (October 2010) About the Book: Seventeen-year-old Molly Fisk does not go outside. She's ruled by anxiety and only feels safe in the tiny tourist-town museum she and her mother run and call home. Yearning to live free but unable to overcome deep wounds from her past, she stays hidden away. Then the chance arrival of a woman Molly knew six years ago changes everything.
Six years ago, newly single Claire Rodriguez was an empty shell. Only in the unique friendship she strikes up with a young girl--a silent girl who'll only talk to Claire--does she see the possibility of healing. But one day the girl and her mother vanish, their house abandoned. What happened that drove them away? And how can Claire now offer Molly the same chance at finding a life anew?
Why It Looks Good To Me: I loved Christa Parrish's first two novels and am eagerly awaiting her breakout novel. I think this has the potential to be it....she's got a great literary style and a depth of characterization that allows you to feel you know the characters. She takes risks and this story sounds really different.
A Suitor for Jenny by Margaret Brownley (Thomas Nelson September 2010) About the Book: When looking for a husband, it's best to go where the odds are in your favor.
And that would be Rocky Creek, Texas, 1880. But Jenny Higgins's plan to find husbands for her two sisters hits a snag when enthusiastic applicants fail to meet her stringent requirements.
Rejecting her sisters' choices for mates and riding herd on her growing feelings for Marshal Rhett Armstrong, she refuses to give up.
Jenny thinks choosing a husband is not a job for the heart. It'll take one strong and handsome marshal to convince her otherwise.
Why It Looks Good To Me: I really loved Brownley's first novel in the series, A Lady Like Sarah. It was just a purely enjoyable romance with imperfect characters. I have to admit I'm scared the cover of this one will drive some people away! It looks like the perfect fall afternoon read to me, and I hope everyone who loves smart Christian romance will give it a try!
The Inheritance of Beauty by Nicole Seitz (Thomas Nelson February 2011) About the Book: George Jacobs and his childhood sweetheart were just kids living in small-town Levy, SC, when the train brought the evil to town. Now eighty years later, George and Maggie are married, living out their remaining days in Harmony House where time moves slowly--Maggie can no longer communicate her love and George can hardly remember their past. But when a large package arrives and an old stranger moves into Harmony House, their past won't remain at bay any longer. Like it or not, George must now remember things from long ago in order to set himself--and his sweet wife--free. But George isn't sure how many lives were affected by the stranger in Levy . . . or why life must come full-circle now when he's running out of time.
The Inheritance of Beauty is an entrancing story about beauty and age, about the blessings and curses of each, and how the true beauty of a person never fades.
Why It Looks Good To Me: To be completely honest, I'm a little confused by the synopsis, but I've enjoyed Nicole Seitz's work in the past and I really like the title, cover, and last sentence of that synopsis. Looks to be another good one!
And probably my most anticipated Christian fiction book for the remainder of the year...
Resurrection in May by Lisa Samson About the Book: May Seymour graduated from college with the world at her feet and no idea what to do with it. A mission trip to Rwanda brought her a sense of purpose in loving others. So when the genocide began she chose to remain in the village, which was subsequently slaughtered. Only May survived.
May journeyed to heal on the farm of Claudius Borne, a sweet, innocent old man who understood plants and animals far better than people.
Years later, having not stepped a foot off Claudius' farm, May learns an old college flame, now a death-row inmate, is refusing to appeal his sentence. Can she convince him to grab hold of life once again? Their surprising friendship turns the tables, for the prisoner, Eli Campbell, has a deeper faith from which to draw than she. Eli slowly begins to pull May from her cloistered existence. With the help of Eli, their tiny town, and ultimately a renewal of faith, May comes to life once again.
Why It Looks Good To Me: I've liked all of Lisa Samson's books I've read, but The Passion of Mary Margaret was by far my favorite. Not only was it my favorite, but she set the bar incredibly high with it as it became one of my all time favorite books. (a book that actually helped me realize what I long for in novels) I was beyond ecstatic when she won the Christy Award for it. I feel that book deserves every bit of good will and I many more people will discover it. I love the premise of this book and have high hopes for it. I'm counting down the days! :)
(You may be wondering why Julie Lessman's A Hope Undaunted isn't on the list...I've already read it! Trust me, it's FABULOUS and you will love it if you're a fan!)
YOUR TURN So....do any of these books look good to you? Are you also eagerly anticipating any of them? If you could read one right now, which would it be? What do you think I'm missing on this list?
(HT: Relz Reviewz for keeping all this information in an easy to find way!)
Call me crazy, call me a workaholic and you'd be right on both accounts. But, I'm really excited to tell you today about one of my newest projects, a collaboration with Nicole of Linus's Blanket...the Underground Literary Society Podcast.
Nicole was noticing that while she read the same themes would come up again and again. She asked if I'd be interested in doing a podcast, and I was like...sure! I love to talk, I love books, and I especially love to talk about books.
6 months later and we're finally going live with this baby! I'm really excited about it, because the podcast includes author involvement. In this first episode, we talk to Robin Oliveira who wrote My Name is Mary Sutter and Adele Griffin and Lisa Brown who collaborated on Picture the Dead.
You'll have to forgive a few rough transitions and a little spotty sound quality...we've definitely ironed that out for future episodes.
We have the incredible freedom to read, to discuss ideas that reading generates, and to do it all without fear. The Underground Literary Society is a celebration of knowledge, thought, story, and discussion. I really hope you'll join us!
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
***Special thanks to Audra Jennings of The B&B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Marybeth Whalen is the general editor of For the Write Reason and The Reason We Speakas well as co-author of the book Learning to Live Financially Free. She serves as a speaker for the Proverbs 31 Ministry Team and directs a fiction book club, She Reads, through this same outreach. Most importantly, Marybeth is the wife of Curt Whalen and mother to their six children. She is passionate about sharing God with all the women God places in her path. She has been visiting the mailbox for years.
List Price: $14.99 Paperback: 320 pages Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition (June 1, 2010) Language: English ISBN-10: 0781403693 ISBN-13: 978-0781403696
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Sunset Beach, NC
Summer 1985
Campbell held back a teasing smile as he led Lindsey across the warm sand toward the mailbox. Leaning her head on Campbell’s shoulder, her steps slowed. She looked up at him, observing the mischievous curling at the corners of his mouth. “There really is no mailbox, is there?” she said, playfully offended. “If you wanted to get me alone on a deserted stretch of beach, all you had to do was ask.” She elbowed him in the side.
A grin spread across his flawless face. “You caught me.” He threw his hands up in the air in surrender.
“I gotta stop for a sec,” Lindsey said and bent at the waist, stretching the backs of her aching legs. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him. “So, have you actually been to the mailbox? Maybe the other kids at the pier were just pulling your leg.”
Campbell nodded his head. “I promise I’ve been there before. It’ll be worth it. You’ll see.” He pressed his forehead to hers and looked intently into her eyes before continuing down the beach.
“If you say so …” she said, following him. He slipped his arm around her bare tanned shoulder and squeezed it, pulling her closer to him. Lindsey looked ahead of them at the vast expanse of raw
coastline. She could make out a jetty of rocks in the distance that jutted into the ocean like a finish line.
As they walked, she looked down at the pairs of footprints they left in the sand. She knew that soon the tide would wash them away, and she realized that just like those footprints, the time she had left
with Campbell would soon vanish. A refrain ran through her mind: Enjoy the time you have left. She planned to remember every moment of this walk so she could replay it later, when she was back at home, without him. Memories would be her most precious commodity. How else would she feel him near her?
“I don’t know how we’re going to make this work,” she said as they walked. “I mean, how are we going to stay close when we’re so far away from each other?”
He pressed his lips into a line and ran a hand through his hair. “We just will,” he said. He exhaled loudly, a punctuation.
“But how?” she asked, wishing she didn’t sound so desperate.
He smiled. “We’ll write. And we’ll call. I’ll pay for the longdistance bills. My parents already said I could.” He paused. “And we’ll count the days until next summer. Your aunt and uncle already said you could come back and stay for most of the summer. And you know your mom will let you.”
“Yeah, she’ll be glad to get rid of me for sure.” She pushed images of home from her mind: the menthol odor of her mother’s cigarettes, their closet-sized apartment with parchment walls you could hear the neighbors through, her mom’s embarrassing “delicates” dangling from the shower rod in the tiny bathroom they shared. She wished that her aunt and uncle didn’t have to leave the beach house after
the summer was over and that she could just stay with them forever.
The beach house had become her favorite place in the world. At the beach house, she felt like a part of a real family with her aunt and uncle and cousins. This summer had been an escape from the reality of her life at home. And it had been a chance to discover true love. But tomorrow, her aunt and uncle would leave for their home and send her back to her mother.
“I don’t want to leave!” she suddenly yelled into the open air, causing a few startled birds to take flight.
Campbell didn’t flinch when she yelled. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he pulled her to him and hugged her.
“Shhh,” he said. “I don’t want you to leave either.” He cupped her chin with his hand. “If I could reverse time for you, I would. And we would go back and do this whole summer over.”
She nodded and wished for the hundredth time that she could stand on the beach with Campbell forever, listening to the hypnotic sound of his voice, so much deeper and more mature than the boys at school. She thought about the pictures they had taken earlier that day, a last-ditch effort to have something of him to take with her. But it was a pitiful substitute, a cheap counterfeit for the real thing.
Campbell pointed ahead of them. “Come on,” he said and tugged on her hand. “I think I see it.” He grinned like a little boy. They crested the dune and there, without pomp or circumstance,
just as he had promised, stood an ordinary mailbox with gold letters spelling out “Kindred Spirit.”
“I told you it was here!” he said as they waded through the deep sand. “The mailbox has been here a couple of years,” he said, his tone changing to something close to reverence as he laid his hand on top
of it. “No one knows who started it or why, but word has traveled and now people come all the way out here to leave letters for the Kindred Spirit—the mystery person who reads them. People come from all over the world.”
“So does anybody know who gets the letters?” Lindsey asked. She ran her fingers over the gold, peeling letter decals. The bottom half of the n and e were missing.
“I don’t think so. But that’s part of what draws people here— they come here because this place is private, special.” He looked down at his bare feet, digging his toes into the sand. “So … I wanted to bring you here. So it could be our special place too.” He looked over at her out of the corner of his eye. “I hope you don’t think that’s lame.”
She put her arms around him and looked into his eyes. “Not lame at all,” she said.
As he kissed her, she willed her mind to record it all: the roar of the waves and the cry of the seagulls, the powdery softness of the warm sand under her feet, the briny smell of the ocean mixed with the scent of Campbell’s sun-kissed skin. Later, when she was back at home in Raleigh, North Carolina, she would come right back to this moment. Again and again. Especially when her mother sent her to her room with the paper-thin walls while she entertained her newest boyfriend.
Lindsey opened the mailbox, the hinges creaking as she did. She looked to him, almost for approval. “Look inside,” he invited her.
She saw some loose paper as well as spiral-bound notebooks, the kind she bought at the drugstore for school. The pages were crinkly from the sea air and water. There were pens in the mailbox too, some
with their caps missing.
Campbell pointed. “You should write a letter,” he said. “Take a pen and some paper and just sit down and write what you are feeling.” He shrugged. “It seemed like something you would really get into.”
How well he had come to know her in such a short time. “Okay,” she said. “I love it.” She reached inside and pulled out a purple notebook, flipping it open to read a random page. Someone had written about a wonderful family vacation spent at Sunset and the special time she had spent with her daughter.
She closed the notebook. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She couldn’t imagine her own mother ever wanting to spend time with her, much less being so grateful about it. Reading the notebook made her feel worse, not better. She didn’t need reminding about what she didn’t have waiting for her back home.
Campbell moved in closer. “What is it?” he said, his body lining up perfectly with hers as he pulled her close.
She laid the notebook back inside the mailbox. “I just don’t want to go home,” she said. “I wish my uncle didn’t have to return to his stupid job. How can I go back to … her? She doesn’t want me there any more than I want to be there.” This time she didn’t fight the tears that had been threatening all day.
Campbell pulled her down to sit beside him in the sand and said nothing as she cried, rocking her slightly in his arms.
With her head buried in his shoulder, her words came out muffled. “You are so lucky you live here.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I guess I am.” He said nothing for a while.
“But you have to know that this place won’t be the same for me without you in it.”
She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. “So you’re saying I’ve ruined it for you?”
He laughed, and she recorded the sound of his laugh in her memory too. “Well, if you want to put it that way, then, yes.”
“Well, that just makes me feel worse!” She laid her head on his shoulder and concentrated on the nearness of him, inhaled the sea scent of his skin and the smell of earth that clung to him from working
outside with his dad.
“Everywhere I go from now on I will have the memory of you with me. Of me and you together. The Island Market, the beach, the arcade, the deck on my house, the pier …” He raised his eyebrows as
he remembered the place where he first kissed her. “And now here. It will always remind me of you.”
“And I am going home to a place without a trace of you in it. I don’t know which is worse, constant reminders or no reminders at all.” She laced her narrow fingers through his.
“So are you glad we met?” She sounded pitiful, but she had to hear his answer.
“I would still have wanted to meet you,” he said. “Even though it’s going to break my heart to watch you go. What we have is worth it.” He kissed her, his hands reaching up to stroke her hair. She heard his words echoing in her mind: worth it, worth it, worth it. She knew that they were young, that they had their whole lives ahead of them, at least that’s what her aunt and uncle had told her. But she also knew
that what she had with Campbell was beyond age.
Campbell stood up and pulled her to her feet, attempting to keep kissing her as he did. She giggled as the pull of gravity parted them. He pointed her toward the mailbox. “Now, go write it all down for the Kindred Spirit. Write everything you feel about us and how unfair it is that we have to be apart.” He squinted his eyes at her. “And I promise not to read over your shoulder.”
She poked him. “You can read it if you want. I have no secrets from you.”
He shook his head. “No, no. This is your deal. Your private world—just between you and the Kindred Spirit. And next year,” he said, smiling down at her, “I promise to bring you back here, and you can write about the amazing summer we’re going to have.”
“And what about the summer after that?” she asked, teasing him.
“That summer too.” He kissed her. “And the next.” He kissed her again. “And the next.” He kissed her again, smiling down at her through his kisses. “Get the point?
“This will be our special place,” he said as they stood together in front of the mailbox.
“Always?” she asked.
“Always,” he said.
Summer 1985
Dear Kindred Spirit,
I have no clue who you are, and yet that doesn’t stop me from writing to you anyway. I hope one day I will discover your identity. I wonder if you are nearby even as I put pen to paper. It’s a little weird to think that I could have passed you on the street this summer and not know you would be reading my
deepest thoughts and feelings. Campbell won’t even read this, though I would let him if he asked me.
As I write, Campbell is down at the water’s edge, throwing shells. He is really good at making the shells skip across the water—I guess that’s proof that this place is his home.
Let me ask you, Kindred Spirit: Do you think it’s silly for me to assume that I have found my soul mate at the age of fifteen? My mom would laugh. She would tell me that the likelihood of anyone finding a soul mate—ever—is zero. She would tell me that I need to not go around giving my heart away like a hopeless romantic. She laughs when I read romance novels or see sappy movies that make me cry. She says that I will learn the truth about love someday.
But, honestly, I feel like I did learn the truth about love this summer. It’s like what they say: It can happen when you least expect it, and it can knock you flat on your back with its power. I didn’t come here expecting to fall in love. The truth is I didn’t want to come here at all. I came here feeling pushed aside and unwanted. I can still remember when my mom said that she had arranged for my aunt and uncle to bring me here, smiling at me like she was doing me some kind of favor when we both knew she just wanted me out of the picture so she could live her life without me cramping her style.
I tried to tell her that I didn’t want to come—who would want to spend their summer with bratty cousins? I was so mad, I didn’t speak to my mom for days. I begged, plotted, and even got my best friend Holly’s parents to say I could stay with them instead. But in the end, as always, my mother ruled, and I got packed off for a summer at the beach. On the car ride down, I sat squished in the backseat beside Bobby and Stephanie. Bobby elbowed me and stuck his tongue out at me the whole way to the beach. When his parents weren’t looking, of course. I stared out the window and pretended to be anywhere but in that car.
But now, I can’t believe how wonderful this summer has turned out. I made some new friends. I read a lot of books and even got to where I could tolerate my little cousins. They became like the younger siblings I never had. Most of all, I met Campbell.
I know what Holly will say. She will say that it was God’s plan. I am working on believing that there is a God and that he has a plan for my life like Holly says. But most of the time it feels like God is not aware I exist. If he was aware of me, you’d think he’d have given me a mom who actually cared about me.
Ugh—I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow. Now that I have found Campbell, I don’t know what I will do without him. We have promised to write a lot of letters. And we have promised not to date other people.
A word about him asking me not to date other people: This was totally funny to me. Two nights ago we were walking on the beach and he stopped me, pulling me to him and looking at me really seriously. “Please,” he said, “I would really like it if you wouldn’t see other people. Is that crazy for me to ask that of you when we are going to be so far apart?”
I was like, “Are you kidding? No one asks me out. No one at my school even looks at me twice!” At school I am known for being quiet and studious—a brain, not a girl to call for a good time. Holly says that men will discover my beauty later in life. But until this summer I didn’t believe her. I couldn’t admit that no one notices me at school because, obviously, he believes I am sought after. And I knew enough to let him believe it. So I very coyly answered back, “Only if you promise me the same thing.”
And he smiled in that lazy way of his and said, “How could I even look at another girl when I’ve got the best one in the world?”
And so now you see why I just can’t bear the thought of leaving him. But the clock is ticking. When I get home, I swear I will cry myself to sleep every night and write letters to Campbell every day. The only thing I have to look forward to is hanging out with Holly again. Thank goodness for Holly, the one constant in my life. In math class we learned that a constant is something that has one value all the time and it never changes.
That’s what Holly is for me: my best friend, no matter what.
I wonder if Campbell will be a constant in my life. I guess it’s too soon to tell, but I do hope so. I’m already counting down the days until I can come back and be with Campbell. Because this summer—I don’t care how lame it sounds—I found my purpose. And that purpose is loving Campbell with all my
I am excited to be working with Scholastic to offer this special Linger Giveaway! Linger releases on July 20th.
About Linger: This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf and a girl who was becoming one.
Just a few months ago, it was Sam who was the mythical creature. His was the disease we couldn't cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most. He had the body that was a mystery, too strange and wonderful and terrifying to comprehend.
But now it is spring. With the heat, the remaining wolves will soon be falling out of their wolf pelts and back into their human bodies. Sam stays Sam, and Cole stays Cole, and it's only me who's not firmly in my own skin.
The Prize: One winner will receive a Linger Book Club Prize Pack! The Pack includes ten copies of Linger and a $100 Visa gift card so you can host a party and discuss Linger!
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I really enjoyed Maggie Stiefvater's Shiver once I got into it last year, and over the creep factor involved. I was really looking forward to reading Linger, so when this lovely ARC showed up for me, I was beyond thrilled. It did not disappoint at all, in fact, I loved it.
Shiver didn't actually feel like a story that needed to be continued. In many ways, it felt like it was self-contained, but there were some story threads that were left unanswered, and Stiefvater picks those up in Linger. Spoilers for Shiver are inevitable, so if you haven't read it, please read no further.
Grace and Sam tried a risky experiment on Sam to help him stay a human forever, and it worked. Now Sam has to try to trust his new life...it's not going anywhere he won't turn back into a wolf. Meanwhile, a new wolf shows up in town and he's got a bit of attitude and seems to pose a threat to the pack as it is. Sam is left taking care of the pack and dealing with a new set of issues among them, and Grace is getting sick and still longing to turn into a wolf.
I know that synopsis sounds a little crazy, but I was completely and utterly engrossed in this book. I love Sam, absolutely love him, and so I was eager to see how he was going to deal with his new life. He and Grace faced some conflict, including some parental intervention showing up at the last minute, and of course Sam has to deal with feelings of leaving behind the pack.
It might seem like a bit of an eye-roller when you think you know what's going to happen, but actually I felt the central dilemma was unexpected and made sense. And it certainly sets up the need for the third book.
I love these books, what can I say? Stiefvater's writing is beautiful and lyrical, her romance is convincing, and her wolves unique and interesting. I can't wait for the next one!
Rating: 4.5/5 Source of Book: ARC provided by publisher Publisher: Scholastic Press
Happy Sunday everyone! I hope this past week was a good one of reading for you. :)
Just a few links to share with you today.
A special thanks to the Los Angeles Times and Carolyn Kellogg for giving some space to book bloggers and our ever growing relationship with publishers. If you are new to book blogs, let me tell you--this is a fantastic, growing field. There are thousands of active book blogs all over the world that cover books in many different genres. If you are interested in learning more about book bloggers and celebrating what we do, I highly recommend tuning into Book Blogger Appreciation Week, where we seek to recognize and celebrate the many different roles book bloggers play.
Also, a thank you to Profitable Mommy Blog for recommending My Friend Amy as one of 36 sites moms should keep an eye on in the book category.
I also enjoyed these pictures of Finn and Emmy with Is Your Buffalo Ready for Kindergarten? at Lenore's blog. By the way, this book is out now and you don't want to miss it!
Last but not least, the next #bblog chat is this Tuesday at 9 PM EST on the subject of branding your blog with @whatsheread.
I have a busy day ahead--I will hopefully be able to share with you a couple of the things I've been working on for months now in the forthcoming week but it depends on whether or not I get everything done. How about you? Do you have special plans for today?
The Faith and Fiction Round Table is a monthly discussion between a diverse group of Christian bloggers. This month we discussed Broken by Travis Thrasher. (a special thank you to FaithWords for providing the participants with the books) Here's a little about the book:
Laila had it all--love, family, wealth, and faith. But when her faith crumbles, her world falls apart and Laila finds herself living an empty, dangerous life as a call girl in Chicago. When she is threatened, Laila shoots and kills a client in self-defense, sending herself into a spiral of guilt and emptiness. Six months later, she is trying to move on, but she's haunted by the past. She hasn't told anyone about the man she killed, and she's still estranged from her family. When she is approached by a stranger who says he knows what she did, Laila has no choice but to run. But the stranger stays close behind, and Laila begins having visions of the man she killed. Little does she know she's being hounded by something not of this world, something that knows her deepest, darkest secret. Scared and wandering, will Laila regain her trust in God to protect her from these demons? Or will her plea for salvation come too late?
There will be no Faith and Fiction Saturday in July and we'll be discussing Godric by Frederick Buechner in August. If you have any interest in participating in a future round table, have a look at the schedule and shoot me an email.
Once upon a time, the idea of reading books about kings and queens from long ago seemed about the most dull prospect on the planet to me. For some reason, I was completely ignorant to the fact that their stories were the stuff of soap operas, political thrillers, and lives of the rich and famous combined. Then I read one, loved it, and proceeded to overdose on this kind of historical fiction. I quickly learned, however, that it takes a special kind of writer with a special gift to bring these stories to life. C.W. Gortner is one of those writers, and I had no hesitation in reading his newest release, The Confessions of Catherine de Medici.
Here's where I mention I'm still pretty ignorant of the history of all these kings and queens. I don't know the history very well, and I enjoy learning more about it from books like this one. It just so happens that Catherine de Medici lived during intense religious conflict in France, and that elevated my interest in this narrative quite a bit.
Catherine de Medici was born in Italy but pledged to a prince of France at a young age. Her husband, Henri had little interest in her and thus begins the sort of compelling narrative of a woman trying to secure her future when a man will have nothing to do with her! She does however, bare him many children, and many of those children met with sad fates.
I don't want to give away too much, so I'll talk about some of the things I enjoyed. I enjoyed that this story took place in France, much of it in the Loire valley, so when specific castles were mentioned, I could actually visualize them, having been there. I could visualize Chenonceau and understand why it was such a prize and beloved by Catherine. I could visualize Amboise and Blois. Funny enough, even though I could imagine these places, it made me want to go back! I think this is the first of all these kinds of historical fiction books I've read that took place in France and my familiarity with France increased my appreciation of the book.
I also found the religious history fascinating. I have always been fascinated by the Huguenots, as I am by any period of religious persecution. I have to admit to feeling shocked over how Catholics and Protestants can wage war on each other when they are both variations of the same faith. A peace loving faith I might add. I think in reality you're hard pressed to demonstrate how "turn the other cheek" means kill everyone who refuses to convert to your understanding, but that's what you get when you mix political power with faith. The persecution was really ugly and the Huguenots were certainly not blameless, as they built an army themselves. The way this all unfolded was interesting, especially as Catherine was a Catholic, but admits she sees religion as a way of keeping things from being chaotic (oh really?) and doesn't seem to grasp the heart of faith, and what it means to true believers. Even so, she often fought for compromise and ways to prevent the persecution and killing.
I became completely engrossed in this book and in the life of Catherine. I was interested to read she was quite feared and rather hated in the author's notes at the end, when it really seemed as if she did want to establish peace. Even with her longing to establish peace, however, she was a woman who cherished her political power and influence and worked to exert it.
I also loved Gortner's The Last Queen and I hope I don't have to wait too long to find out about which fantastic life he will illuminate next.
Rating: 4.5/5 Things You Might Want to Know: Explicit sex, a tiny bit of profanity Source of Book: Received from Publisher for review Publisher: Ballantine Books (Random House)
Mariette Puttnam is a young girl in 1960 with her whole life ahead of her. She's had many privileges in her life and her father hopes she'll go to college, while her mother dreams she'll become a fine society lady. Mariette isn't thrilled with either choice and isn't sure what she wants from her life until she meets Thayne Scott. Thayne and Mariette fall HARD for each other and quickly elope when it becomes apparent that Mariette's parents don't support the relationship. Getting married so quickly and so young certainly has its effect on them and life offers many struggles....especially when Thayne feels passionately about entering the ministry and Mariette feels indifferently about God.
I picked up This Fine Life when I didn't have my current read with me and could not put it down until I'd finished it, I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I really love reading stories about women whose lives are so greatly impacted by the callings of their husbands. Thayne did a lot of stuff I would have found unforgiveable, and yet Mariette always found a way to make it work. I loved her as a character, she wasn't perfect, but she wasn't afraid to to be who she was. Her struggles with what was expected of her as a pastor's wife were so authentic. I also found her faith search to be heart wrenchingly real...it wasn't that she didn't want to believe, she just didn't get it. I appreciated that there was no conversion scene, and I really loved the way her friend Missy talked to her. Missy never talked down to her, but always sought to understand what Mariette was feeling and thinking.
Additionally, Everson creates a delightful cast of characters in the town of Logan's Creek and really brings to life that small town feel. And the humor is absolutely charming, such as when Mariette is tempted to tell a towns person she has a hard time calling a man she's seen naked, Reverend.
I really liked Thayne, too, even if he had communication problems. I feel he's a good representation of a man called to ministry...a job constantly torn between love for other people and taking care of your own family. Such realistic portrayal of clergy is hard to come by in fiction, and so I always appreciate it when I find it.
In the beginning of the book, Mariette says it's Thayne's story. But I disagree. I think the book is very much Mariette's story, and that she's a fantastic example of the many strong women who partner with their husbands to fulfill their calling. I've had the privilege of knowing and being close to many of them in real life.
Ultimately, this book was the ultimate in a feel good read. I read it in the span of just a few hours, I loved the characters, I was engaged by their stories, I cried a little in that deeply emotionally satisfying way. I loved it.
Rating: 4.75/5 Things You Might Want to Know: Christian fiction Source of Book: Received from publisher for review Publisher: Revell (Baker Books)
A great deal of historical fiction focuses on real people and imagining what their lives might have been like. I've always found the ethics of writing about real people fascinating. Is it okay to imagine a whole life based on scant historical detail? Is it okay to interpret events in a less than favorable way, one that casts a negative light on people that really existed--whose descendents still walk the earth. My interest in this topic was first sparked when I watched the movie An American Haunting. I watched the movie and went to the internet to search facts since I hadn't heard that particular interpretation when hearing the story of the Bell witch. My quick research indicated that the claims the movie made were unfounded...there really wasn't evidence to suggest things happened that way. I felt uncomfortable with the idea of writing a story that maligned the memories of these people. I've even asked authorsto comment on this issue in the past.
I started thinking about this again yesterday when I saw Read Roger's response to Jezebel's frustration with a new historical fiction account of Peter van Pels from the Anne Frank diary. Apparently there was some question that there was a sex scene in the book, Annexed by Sharon Dogar, and the columnist was outraged. Several people brought up the question of why even write a historical fiction account of this person. I have a few thoughts on this, but it should be noted that it's been years since I read the diary of Anne Frank and I remember very little.
My first thought is that writing a historical account of Peter is absolutely fair game. Fictionalized sensational tales exists about all sorts of people--from the American Haunting story I told above to stories of Jesus being married with children. The way Peter died was horrendously tragic, but I'm not sure that exempts him from having a fictionalized account told. Furthermore, those who have read the book feel it is respectful to the original diary. I think in many ways it could be quite helpful, in giving us space to imagine another perspective and a different set of circumstances. Having said that, if the idea makes you uncomfortable, don't read it.
My second question has to do with why a sex scene is bothersome. For me personally, yes I see this. I wouldn't want to read it, but that's fairly consistent with my other reading tastes. But unless the idea is that this book was written with sex to sensationalize and use these real people for the purpose of money, I would have a problem with that. But I don't think that this book is intending to replace The Diary of Anne Frank but rather serve as a companion and to give us insight into our lives the way only fiction can.
I'm fairly conservative in regards to these things, so I guess I'm just surprised by the fact that I can't get worked up one way or the other about this. I think it all lies in the intent...if the story told is respectful of the Peter's situation and feels real, if it humanizes to a greater degree the victims of the Holocaust and of war itself than there may be no harm done. I'm going to reserve judgment, as I always think is best, until I've read the book.
What do you think about this? Will you read Annexed? Have you read any fictionalized accounts of people that bothered you?
About the Book: Falling in love could cost her everything.
From the day she arrived at the Biltmore, Tillie Reese is dazzled, by the riches of the Vanderbilts and by Mack Danvers, a mountain man turned footman. When Tillie is enlisted to help tame Mack's rugged behavior by tutoring him in proper servant etiquette, the resulting sparks threaten Tillie's efforts to be chosen as Edith Vanderbilt's lady's maid, After all, the one rule of the house is no romance below stairs.
But the stakes rise even higher when Mack and Tillie become entangles in a cover-up at the town orphanage. They could both lose their jobs, their aspirations...their hearts.
About the Book: It is the summer of 1958, and life in the small Texas community of Graham Camp should be simple and carefree. But not for twelve-year-old Sammie Tucker. Sammie has plenty of questions about her mother's "nerve" problems. About shock treatments. About whether her mother loves her.
When her mother commits suicide and a not-so-favorite aunt arrives, Sammie has to choose who to trust with her deepest fears: Her best friend who has an opinion about everything, the mysterious kid from California whose own troubles plague him, or her round-faced neighbor with gentle advice and strong shoulders to cry on. Then there's the elderly widower who seems nice but has his own dark past.
Trusting is one thing, but accepting the truth may be the hardest thing Sammie has ever done.
The publisher sent me copies of these books. Which one looks better to you?
Peter and Georgie move to London from New Jersey when Peter gets a good job offer. The move makes sense from a financial standpoint but it's also a chance for Georgie to get a new life in ways. She's been miserable as a stay-at-home to their three sons and misses her life as an actress. Shortly after they move to London, she seeks out a job in theater and comes upon a production she falls in love with. She works hard to make herself worthy of the part and eventually lands it.
My Wife's Affair is told from Peter's viewpoint but is truly the story of Georgie. It's the story of how she finds her greatest happiness in theater but misses her children when she's away from them. It's, obviously, the story of her affair a quick impetuous decision that wreaks chaos on the life of her family.
It's told in a very unique format, alternating between Peter's voice and the script of the one-woman play Georgie is acting in through Dora Jordan's voice. Jordan's voice mirrors Georgie's own and Georgie makes her character's life her own in many ways.
I enjoyed My Wife's Affair and easily read it an afternoon. I found Georgie's conflict between her passion for her career and her deep love for her children to be the most interesting part of the book as I think it's something many women struggle with. I can't say I loved the way Georgie dealt with it, but it's interesting nonetheless.
All in all a different sort of book!
Rating: 4/5 Things You Might Want to Know: There's profanity and explict sex Source of Book: Received from publisher for Review Publisher: Amy Einhorn Books Putnam (Penguin)
One of my hopes in working on Beth Kephart's moving The Heart is Not a Size was to find ways to share the stories of Juarez, to help others find a place to share their stories, so all of our understanding could increase. Author Sarah McCoy lives in El Paso, Texas and offered to write a guest blog for the special The Heart is Not a Size blog. I was moved by her post and I think you'll see she's a fantastic writer. I'm anxious for the chance to read her book, The Time It Snowed in Puerto Rico.
Across the border in winter, Juarez families burn trash to keep warm. Smoke rises liked dirty cotton candy spun heavenward in hot plumes. Driving around the University of Texas at El Paso (UTEP), you smell it before you see it. Ripe and burnt, it assaults. You wriggle your nose, hold your breath, circulate your car fan and press on the gas pedal to get away, pass the unpleasantness. From my El Paso home, five miles west, I can see the gray tunnels like circus tent stakes holding up a cherry pie sky, Mount Cristo Rey cloudy in the distance, the giant stone Jesus with arms flung open.
I've been wanting to read this book for 2 years now, so when my new book club chose it as their first selection, I was happy to have the chance to finally dig in. I'm glad I read it, and I'm really looking forward to reading the rest of the books, but I am admittedly perplexed by just why these books are so popular.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo was published under the name, Men Who Hate Women in Sweden which should you some indication of the content. This is in many ways a standard mystery novel to me, there's a complex, interesting, and likable investigator (who is actually a reporter in the books as opposed to being a detective), an interesting setting, and a high stakes crime. Mikael Blomkvist has been sentenced to a term in prison for libel--he published something he could not prove. Deciding he needs to take some down time before sorting out his career, he accepts an offer to investigate a cold case for an elderly man who wishes to know what really happened to his niece before he dies.
The case proves intense and complicated and a super savvy but emotionally challenged young woman Lisbeth Salander comes along to help him with his case. (she's the girl with the dragon tattoo)
The book took me a considerable number of pages to get into...it wasn't that it was uninteresting, it was just that there was heavy background and character development to accomplish. Once the mystery really started, though, I found myself enjoying it a lot more. I do still feel it's a tad on the long side...towards the end I was thinking, what? I'm still reading this? But after I finished I almost immediately wanted to start The Girl Who Played with Fire!
It should be noted this book is quite dark and there's considerable brutality towards women described. It's interesting to me that this has brought up some question on what Stieg Larsson's true feelings about women are. He self-identified as a feminist, but one could argue there's a bit of wish fulfillment in his character attracting every woman, and that even the emotionally closed Lisbeth develops strong feelings for him. I often wonder about books and movies that depict such violence towards women. Sometimes I wonder if they do more harm than good. I know there were organizations that work against sex-trafficking for example, that had major problems with the film Trade, because they felt that the violence would fuel fantasies for some. Having said all of this, I should note that I've read some crime fiction and romantic suspense in my day I don't think that this book particularly stands out for the brutality depicted. Yes it's there and if you have a problem with any violence you are going to have a problem with it in this book, but it's not necessarily worse than any other similar dark crime novel I've raed.
One thing that did stand out for me was just casual everyone was sexually. I don't know if this is because it's a European book and the Swedish attitude towards sex is much more openly casual, but Blomkvist's relationship to his business partner, Berger, and actually all his relationships with women in the book I found rather depressing.
One little aspect I loved is how Blomkvist would often read at the end of the day and Larsson would always mention the mystery book he was reading by name. I enjoyed this charming little touch as an homage to past and current mystery writers.
There were times the writing seemed a bit simple or awkward but of course one never knows in a translated book exactly why that is.
All in all, I really liked this one and I suspect the characters will stay with me. It's a book with a certain amount of staying power which is why I guess it's such a worldwide phenomenon. Entertainment Weekly even made it their cover story this past week, calling it the hottest book on the planet. I'm glad to have read it for that reason alone, because few books manage to capture the attention of so many people and it's always fun to join in a literary conversation already happening in current times.
The Entertainment Weekly issue talks about the casting for the American versions of the film. (there is already a Swedish film) I honestly can't believe some of the names being tossed around and hope they find a good unknown! It also shows different covers of the book from around the world which is fascinating! I was lucky enough to meet the designer of the US covers when we went on a tour of Random House during Book Expo America week. I think the American cover stands out as very different, but I do love the dark look of some of the others.
Rating: 4.5/5 Things You Might Want to Know: Profanity, sex, rape scenes, violence Source of Book: Bought it Publisher: Knopf (Random House)
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
***Special thanks to Audra Jennings of The B&B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
With an estimated one million books in print, Linda Windsor is an award-winning author of fifteen mainstream historical novels and one contemporary romance. She has also written another thirteen books for CBA publishers, including nine romantic comedies, laced with suspense, and a Celtic Irish trilogy for Multnomah entitled the Fires of Gleannmara series. A former professional musician, Linda speaks often (and sometimes sings) for writing and/or faith seminars. She makes her home on the Eastern Shore of Maryland and prays for courage and strength to meet the needs of today's readers with page-turning stories that entertain, teach, and inspire.
Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition (June 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1434764788
ISBN-13: 978-1434764782
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Glenarden, Manau Gododdin, Britain
Although cold enough to frost one’s breath, the day was as fair as the general mood of the gathering at the keep of Glenarden. The only clouds were those breaking away, fat with snow from the shrouded mountains—and the ever-present one upon the face of the bent old man who stood on the rampart of the gate tower. No longer able to ride much distance, Tarlach O’Byrne watched the procession form beyond.
Clansmen and kin, farmers and craftsmen—all turned out for the annual hunt, but they were more excited over the festivities that awaited their return. In the yard about the keep, gleemen in outlandish
costumes practiced entertaining antics, delighting the children and teasing the kitchen servant or warrior who happened to pass too near. Great pits had been fired. On the spits over them were enough succulent shanks of venison, boar, and beef to feed the multitude of O’Byrnes and the guests from tribes in the kingdom under the old king’s protection.
Below the ramparts, Ronan O’Byrne adjusted the woolen folds of his brat over his shoulders. Woven with the silver, black, and scarlet threads of the clan, it would keep the prince warm on this brisk day. A fine dappled gray snorted in eagerness as Ronan took his reins in hand and started toward the gate. Beyond, the people he would govern upon his father’s death waited.
The youngest of the O’Byrne brothers rode through them, unable to contain his excitement any longer. “By father’s aching bones, Ronan, what matters of great import keep you now?”
Were the pest any other but his youngest brother, Ronan might have scowled, deepening the scar that marked the indent of his cheek—the physical reminder of this travesty that began years ago. Alyn was the pride and joy of Glenarden, and Ronan was no exception to those who admired and loved the precocious youth.
“Only a raid on the mill by our neighbors,” Ronan answered his youngest sibling.
His somber gaze belayed the lightness in his voice. The thieves had made off with Glenarden’s reserve grain stores and the miller’s quern. Ronan had already sent a replacement hand mill to the mistress. But now that the harvest was over and the excess had been sold, replacing the reserves would be harder. It galled Ronan to buy back his own produce at a higher price than he’d received from merchants in Carmelide. This was the hard lot he faced—this farce, or hunting down the scoundrels and taking back what was rightfully his.
Every year on the anniversary of the Gowrys slaughter, Tarlach insisted that the O’Byrne clan search the hills high and low for Llas and Joanna’s heir. But instead of going off on a madman’s goose chase after his imagined enemy—a mountain nymph who was rumored to shape-shift into a wolf at will—the O’Byrnes manpower spent their time ransacking and burning one of the Gowrys mountain settlements in retribution, for they were undoubtedly the culprits. It was the only reasoning the Gowrys thieves understood—burn their ramshackle hovels and take some of their meager stock in payment.
Even so, taking such actions only stalled their mischief for a little while. Then it was the same thing all over again. As it was, Ronan had sent trackers out to mark their escape route, lest the wrong camp be destroyed.
“Can I ride after them on the morrow with you?” Alyn’s deep blue eyes, inherited from their Pictish mother, were alight with the idea of fighting and possible bloodshed—only because he’d never tasted it firsthand. “After the Witch’s End?”
Disgust pulling at his mouth, Ronan mounted the broad and sturdy steed he’d acquired at last spring’s fair. Witch’s End. That’s what Tarlach O’Byrne had dubbed the celebration of the massacre that had made him an invalid and driven him to the brink of insanity. In the old chief ’s demented thought, he’d brought justice to those who had betrayed him and stopped an enchantress forever. Sometimes, as on this particular day, it pushed him beyond reason, for it was a reminder that there was one thing left undone. The heiress of Gowrys still lived to threaten Glenarden … at least in his mind.
“The mill raid is no different from any other raid and will be handled as such,” Ronan answered.
“So I can go?”
“Nay, return to your studies at the university.” The hunt for a nonexistent witch was one thing, but Gowrys were skilled fighters. “’Twould suit a Gowrys naught better than to send a son of Tarlach
earthways with an arrow through your sixteen-year-old heart.”
“So you and Caden will go after the brigands.”
Alyn’s dejection rivaled that of Tarlach’s, except the youth’s would be gone with the next change of the wind. The older O’Byrne’s would not leave until his last breath faded in the air.
Ronan opened his mouth to assuage the lad when a downpour of water, icy as a northern fjord, struck him, soaking him through. “Herth’s fire!” Startled, his gray gelding danced sideways, knocking into the door of the open gate. “Ho, Ballach,” Ronan soothed the beast. “Easy laddie.”
“Take that, you bandy-legged fodere!” a shrill voice sounded from above.
“Crom’s breath, Kella, look what you’ve done,” Alyn blustered, struggling to control his own spooked steed. “Called my brother a bandy-legged deceiver and soaked him through.”
Wiping his hair away from his brow, Ronan spotted the cherub faced perpetrator of the mischief peering over the battlement, eyes spitting fire. Lacking the ripeness of womanhood, Kella’s overall appearance was unremarkable, but she surely lived up to her name with that indomitable warrior spirit, bundled in the innocence of youth. It was an innocence Ronan had never known. The daughter of Glenarden’s champion, Kella O’Toole was like a breath of fresh air. For that Ronan could forgive her more impetuous moments.
“And for what, Milady Kella, do I deserve the title of a bandylegged fool, much less this chilling shower?”
Kella gaped in dismay, speechless, as she took in Ronan’s drenched state. But not for long. “Faith, ’twasn’t meant for you, sir, but for Alyn! ’Tis the likes of him that finds the company of a scullery maid more delicious than mine.”
Ronan cast an amused glance at his youngest brother, who had now turned as scarlet as the banners fluttering overhead.
“Ho, lad, what foolrede have ye been about?” Caden O’Byrne shouted from the midst of the mounted assembly in wait beyond the gate. Fair as the sun with a fiery temperament to match, the second of Tarlach’s sons gave the indignant maid on the rampart a devilish wink.
“’Tis no one’s business but my own,” Alyn protested. “And certainly not that of a demented child.”
“Child, is it?”
Ronan swerved his horse out of range as Kella slung the empty bucket at Alyn. Her aim was hindered by the other girls close at her elbows, and the missile struck the ground an arm’s length away from its intended target.
“I’ll have you know I’m a full thirteen years.”
“Then appeal to me a few years hence when, and if, your Godgiven sense returns,” the youngest O’Byrne replied.
Ronan moved to the cover of the gatehouse and removed his drenched brat. Fortunately, the cloak had caught and shed the main of the attack. Already one of the servants approached with the plain blue one he wore about his business on the estate. Irritating as the mishap was, his lips quirked with humor as his aide helped him don the dry brat. It wasn’t as princely as the O’Byrne colors, but it was more suited to Ronan’s personal taste.
It was no secret that Egan O’Toole’s daughter was smitten with Alyn. With brown hair spun with threads of gold and snapping eyes almost the same incredible shade, she would indeed blossom into a beauty someday. Meanwhile, the champion of Glenarden would do well to pray for maturity to temper Kella’s bellicose manner, so that his daughter might win, rather than frighten, suitors.
Then there was Alyn, who hadn’t sense enough to see a prize in the making. Ronan shook his head. His brother was too involved in living the existence of the carefree youth Ronan had been robbed of the night of the Gowrys bloodfest.
“So, are you now high and dry, Brother?” Caden O’Byrne called to Ronan with impatience.
Ronan’s eyes narrowed. Always coveting what wasn’t his, Caden would like nothing better than to lead the hunt without Ronan. Would God that Ronan could hand over Glenarden and all its responsibilities. But Caden was too rash, a man driven more by passion than thought.
“Have a heart, Beloved,” a golden-haired beauty called down to him from the flock of twittering ladies on the rampart. Caden’s new bride spared Ronan a glance. “Ronan’s had much travail this morning already with the news of the Gowrys raid.”
“Had he as fair and gentle a wife as I, I daresay his humor would be much improved.” Ever the king of hearts, Caden signaled his horse to bow in Lady Rhianon’s direction and blew his wife a kiss.
“No doubt it would, Brother,” Ronan replied.
There was little merit in pointing out that the ambitious Lady Rhianon had first set her sights on him. No loss to Ronan, she seemed to make his more frivolous brother a happy man. The couple enjoyed the same revelry in dance and entertainment, not to mention the bower. Too often, its four walls failed to contain the merriment of their love play. Neither seemed to care that they were the talk of the keep. If anything, they gloried in the gossip and fed it all the more.
Battling down an annoying twinge of envy, Ronan made certain his cloak was fast, then swung up into the saddle again. Alyn’s problems were easier to consider, not to mention more amusing. “Is your wench disarmed, Alyn?” Ronan shouted in jest as he left the cover of the gate once again.
Beyond Lady Kella’s tempestuous reach for the moment, Alyn gave him a grudging nod.
Ronan brought his horse alongside his siblings, facing the gatehouse of the outer walls, where Tarlach O’Byrne would address the gathering. Like Alyn’s, Caden’s countenance was one of eagerness and excitement. How Ronan envied them both for their childhood. He longed to get away from the bitterness that festered within the walls of Glenarden. His had been an apprenticeship to a haunted madness.
Tarlach straightened as much as his gnarled and creaking joints would allow. “Remember the prophecy, shons of mine,” he charged them. He raised his withered left arm as high as it would go. It had never regained its former power since the night he’d tried to attack Lady Joanna of Gowrys. Nor had his speech recovered. He slurred his words from time to time, more so in fatigue.
“The Gowrys sheed shall divide your mighty house … shall divide your mighty housh and bring a peace beyond itch ken.”
Ronan knew the words by heart. They were as indelibly etched in his memory as the bloody travesty he’d witnessed through a six-yearold’s eyes. The quote was close, but whether Tarlach’s failing mind or his guilt was accountable for leaving out “peace beyond the ken of your wicked soul,” only God knew. If He cared … or even existed.
“Search every hill, every glen, every tree and shrub. Find the she-wolf and bring back her skin to hang as a trophy in the hall, and her heart to be devoured by the dogs. Take no nun-day repast. The future of Glenarden depends on the Gowrys whelp’s death.”
At the rousing cry of “O’Byrne!” rising from his fellow huntsmen and kin, Ronan turned the dapple gray with the group and cantered to the front, his rightful place as prince and heir. He didn’t believe the girl child had survived these last twenty years, much less that she’d turned into a she-wolf because of her mother’s sins. Nor did he wallow in hatred like his father.
A shudder ran through him, colder than the water that had drenched him earlier. Ronan looked to the west again, where thick clouds drifted away from the uplands. May he never become so obsessed with a female that his body and soul should waste away from within due to the gnawing of bitterness and fear. Superstitious fear.
On both sides of the winding, rutted road ahead lay rolling fields. Winter’s breath was turning the last vestiges of harvest color to browns and grays. Low, round huts of wattle and daub, limed white and domed with honey-dark thatching, were scattered here and there. Gray smoke circled toward the sky from their peaks. Fat milk cows and chickens made themselves at home, searching for food. Beyond lay the river, teeming with fish enough for all.
Glenarden’s prosperity was enough to satisfy Ronan. Nothing less would do for his clan. The tuath was already his in every manner save the last breath of Tarlach O’Byrne … though Ronan was in no hurry for that. Despite his troublesome tempers, Tarlach had been as good a father as he knew how, breaking the fosterage custom to rear his firstborn son under his own eye. A hard teacher, he’d been, yet fair—equal with praise as with criticism.
“You are the arm I lost, lad,” Tarlach told him again and again, especially when the drink had its way with him. “The hope and strength of Glenarden.”
~~~~~
Ronan humored the old man as much as followed his orders. At midday, instead of stopping as usual for the nun repast, he paused for neither rest nor food for his men. They ate on the move—the fresh bread and cheese in the sacks provided by the keep’s kitchen. The higher into the hills they went, the sharper the wind whipped through the narrow pass leading to the upper lakelands. Ronan was thankful that the former stronghold of the Gowrys wasn’t much farther.
“Faith, ’tis colder than witches’ milk,” Caden swore from the ranks behind Ronan.
“Witches’ milk?” the naive Alyn protested. “What would you know of such things?”
“A good deal more than a pup not yet dry behind the ears. ’Tis a fine drink on a hot summer day.”
“Or for the fever,” Egan O’Toole chimed in.
His poorly disguised snicker raised suspicion in the youth. “They play me false, don’t they, Ronan?”
“Aye, ask our elder brother, lad,” Caden remarked in a dry voice. “He has no sense of humor.”
Somber, Ronan turned in his saddle. “I have one, Brother, but my duties do not afford me much use of it. As for your question, lad,” he said to their younger brother, who rode next to Caden, “there’s no such thing as witches, so there can be no witches’ milk.”
“What about the Lady Joanna?” Alyn asked. “She was a witch.”
“Think, lad,” Ronan replied. “If she’d truly possessed magic, would she or her kin have died? It was love and jealousy that addled Father.”
“But love is magic, little brother,” Caden put in. “Make no mistake.”
“’Tis also loud enough to set tongues wagging all over the keep,” Alyn piped up. He grinned at the round of raucous laughter that rippled around them at Caden’s expense.
But Caden showed no shame. “That’s the rejoicing, lad.” He turned to the others. “Methinks our Lady Kella has little to fret over as yet.” With a loud laugh, he clapped their red-faced little brother on the back.
Rather than allow the banter to prick or lift an already sore humor, Ronan focused on the first few flakes of snow already whirling in and about the pass ahead of them and the nightmare that already had begun. Twenty years before, this very pass had been just as cold and inhospitable. With possible flurries blowing up, Ronan had no inclination to prolong the outing.
The crannog, or stockaded peninsula, was now little more than a pile of rubble rising out of the lake water’s edge. Cradled by overgrown fields and thick forest on three quarters of its periphery, the
lake itself was as gray as the winter sky. On the fourth was the jut of land upon which Llas of Gowrys had restored an ancient broch, bracing it against the rise of the steep crag at its back. With no regard for what had been, yellow spots of gorse had taken root here and there in the tumble of blackened stone.
Ronan could still smell the blaze, hear the shrieks of the dying.Ignoring the curdling in the pit of his stomach, a remnant of the fear and horror a six-year-old dared not show, Ronan dispersed the group. “Egan, you and Alyn take your men and search north of the lake. Caden, take the others and search the south. When I sound the horn, everyone should make haste back here. The sooner we return to warm hearths and full noggins of ale, the better.”
“I want to go with you,” Alyn declared, sidling his brown pony next to Ronan’s gray.
“I intend to stay here in the cover of yon ledge and build a fire,” Ronan informed him, “but you are welcome to join me.”
“I think not.”
Alyn’s expression of disdain almost made Ronan laugh.
“What if a raiding party of Gowrys happens upon you?” Caden spoke up. A rare concern knit his bushy golden brows.
“Then I shall invite them to the fire for a draught of witch’s milk.”
Caden laughed out loud. His square-jawed face, bristling with the golden shadow of his great mane of hair, was handsome by even a man’s standard. “I misjudged you, Brother. I stand corrected on the account of humor but would still hold that you act too old for your twenty-six years.”
“The Gowrys aren’t given to visiting the place where they were so soundly trounced … and I’m no more than a horn’s blow from help, should my sword not suffice,” Ronan pointed out.
He had no taste for this nonsense. What he craved most at the moment was the peace that followed after the others rode off, whooping and beating their shields lest the spirits of the slain accost them.
The hush of the falling snow and the still testimony of the ruins were at least a welcome change from the ribald and oft querulous babble of the hall. Time alone, without demand, was to be savored, even in this ungodly cold and desolate place. All he had to do was keep the memories at bay.
A movement from just above a hawthorn thicket near the base of the cliff caught Ronan’s eye, raising the hackles on the back of his neck. With feigned nonchalance, he brushed away the snow accumulating on his leather-clad thigh and scanned the gray slope of rock as it donned the thickening winter white veil. Nothing.
At least, he’d thought he’d seen something. A flash of white, with a tail—mayhaps a large dog. Beneath him, the gelding shivered. With a whinny, he sidestepped, tossing his black mane as if to confirm that he sensed danger as well. A wolf?
Drawing his sword in one hand, Ronan brought the horse under control with a steadying tone. “Easy, Ballach, easy.”
The speckled horse quieted, his muscles as tense as Ronan’s clenched jaw. The scene before him was still, like that of a tapestry. At his gentle nudge, the horse started around shore toward the high stone cliff. Dog, wolf, or man, Ronan was certain the steel of his blade was all the protection he’d need.