It’s rare to have a Sunday morning at home alone, but that’s exactly how it is this morning chez Ravenous Reader. Husband is off to church early to sing in this morning’s service, and although I’m loath to miss it, I’ve come down with a killer case of bronchitis, one bad enough to make the folks at Urgent Care scurry around a bit more industriously than usual. At any rate, I don’t feel I should subject the congregation to either my germs or my basso profundo cough, which truly sounds more like a crew of barking seals than anything that should emanate from my petite diaphraghm. Luckily for you, dear reader, we can chat without putting you at risk of either of those dire consequences.
So, on goes a second pot of coffee (I’ve been up since 5 am, and have already downed two cups, plus the mug of hot tea I brewed upon waking). While it brews, let me tell you what I’ve read this week.
Yesterday, during my two hour wait in the Urgent Care lobby (the scurrying around obviously took place only after the doctor took a listen to my clogged and wheezy bronchial tubes), I finished my ARC of The Four Ms. Bradwells, the new novel by Meg Waite Clayton (author of The Wednesday Sisters). Clayton does the ensemble friendship novel very well, and I love reading those kinds of books, so it was an all round enjoyable experience. My complete review appears March 30, for TLC Book Tours ~ as a matter of fact, I wrote it yesterday afternoon and have already scheduled it (love that WordPress feature!) Come back then for the complete low-down.
In Friday’s mail, I received a book called That Summer in Franklin, by Linda Hutsell-Manning, published by Second Story Press out of Toronto, Canada. I don’t remember requesting this book (although it isn’t impossible that I did), but it’s certainly the kind of book I like. Set in a small town outside Toronto, it’s the story of two women who were friends as teenagers back in the 1950’s, and then reconnect as adults sharing the experience of admitting their elderly parents into the local nursing home. Their past includes an experience they’ve tried to forget, but which threatens to be unearthed by an ambitious young reporter writing a series about the historic hotel where they worked during the fateful summer of 1955. How will the revelation of this long held secret affect their lives? So far, it’s quite an interesting read – if it can hold my attention through a feverish night of coughing, it must be pretty good, right?
One of the things I love best about book-blogging is the opportunity to find out about amazing new authors. I’m so excited and encouraged by all the writing going on out there, and the way those of us who blog about books are helping to promote writing and reading in all genres. It’s good for writers, it’s good for readers, and good for the future of the publishing industry. In the past few weeks, I’ve stumbled across a couple of new writers whose upcoming books I’m eagerly anticipating. I hope you’ll check out their work as well.
I think I first “met” Rebecca Rasmussen on Twitter, and was immediately interested in whatever she was up to because we share the same first name and the same last initial. When I visited her blog, I was captivated by the description of her first novel, The Bird Sisters. Set in a Spring Green, Wisconsin in the summer of 1947, it’s the story of sisters Milly and Twiss, and the series of events that will “change the course of their lives forever.” Publisher’s Weekly says The Bird Sisters is “achingly authentic and almost completely character driven, the story of the sisters depicts the endlessly binding ties of family.” Rebecca is one of those writers who is eager to engage with readers – she’s on Facebook and Twitter, and her sparkling personality shines through in her online interactions. I enjoy her comments, her posts, and I can’t wait to read her book.
While surfing the internet one sleepless night, I happened “across the pond” to find Deborah Lawrenson, who writes from Provence, France. Her novel, The Lantern (to be published in the US in September 2011) is set in her “crumbling house in the Luberon,” which looks anything but decrepit from the gorgeous photos she posts on her blog. Lawrenson’s writing is as rich and luminous as the Provencal landscape which inspires her. Her blog is peppered with photographs, excerpts from the book, and her musings about life, art, and writing. It has become a regular stop on my daily blog tour.
Now tell me, have you discovered any new authors this week? Or reacquainted yourself with an old favorite?