This week’s new addition to the virtual shelf here at Fiction Books, once again comes courtesy of the lovely folks over at NetGalley, although this time the review request came directly from the book’s marketing and publicity firm, JKS Communications, thanks for that, Samantha and I hope that you enjoy a lovely Wedding Day!
The premise for the book is so intriguing, encompassing a culture and period in history about which I know very little. The research by the author seems to be comprehensive and thorough and I am so pleased to be included in its promotional release.
My post therefore combines a latest release, virtual tour and a great author post, all rolled into one … So without further ado!
“How will I ever get this book written?” I asked my husband. “Let’s rent a place for two or three weeks,” he said, “and you can go there to write.” We found a small, cheap house in West Marin, California, near our grown daughter. I brought research stuff and a computer. In the morning fog I walked under the oak and eucalyptus trees, watching the deer in the grass, the owls, the horses. I studied up on sheep and cattle ranching, made new drafts, drove inland to escape the fog, to see if there was still sun in the world. When I came down with bronchial pneumonia, my son-in-law and daughter rescued and took care of me, and I went back to work.
Another year, we rented a cabin near Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, where the fog was even worse. You could hardly see to find the store. The sink was a stainless steel bowl under a faucet. When you sat on the toilet, your knees banged the opposite wall. I walked in the mornings up hill through slash timber and blueberries, slapping mosquitoes. I read about Indian languages, revised chapters, printed and marked up drafts. The water stopped working and I had to beg a shower from a neighbor. In the middle of one night the children came, driving down from Halifax, and said, “Get a better place. Not here.”
Bay Of Fundy
Further east we found a place with birches, where the sun shone. We painted the shed floor green and hammered together an L-shaped desk. I could look out one window to the house and another to the lake, close enough to hear it lapping. My husband stayed a while, then left me alone with nothing to do but write. I worked eight hours a day, sometimes ten or twelve. One afternoon I burst out of the shed and drove 15 miles to the nearest bookstore, to find somebody to tell about what I was doing. On Tuesdays, I drove over to the north shore to have lunch with Nancy. We had been to high school together. Now she was in an apartment in an old hotel, high up with the eagles, looking over the Bay of Fundy. We ate on the deck, talking about our childhoods, about writing, poetry, psychology, the difference between New England and California, Nova Scotia life. I’d found everything I needed: running water, a place to plug in a laptop, nature, sunshine, solitude, simplicity, a friend.
…Mailbox Monday is a gathering place for readers to share the books that came into their house during the last week. Be warned that Mailbox Monday can lead to envy toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.
Mailbox Monday now has a permanent home, where links may be added each week. So why not stop by, leave a link to your own Mailbox Monday post, oh! and don’t forget to leave a comment for our three new joint administrators, after all, we all like to receive them … ‘Mailbox Monday’
Leslie of ‘Under My Apple Tree’
Serena of ‘Savvy Verse & Wit’
Vicki of ‘I’d Rather Be At The Beach’
This is a great way to plan out your reading week and see what others are currently reading as well… you never know where that next “must read” book will come from!
Thanks for stopping by Catherine, it has been great hosting you, here at Fiction Books and thank you for entering into the spirit of the blogging community.
I look forward to reading ‘Rush Of Shadows’ and wish you every success with future book sales.