I saw this post on another blog (sorry but I don’t remember which one), and it got me thinking: Which book-to-film translations have I enjoyed? Sure, we all [usually] think the book is better, most likely because there’s a lot you can do with words that is difficult, if not impossible, to film. Inner dialogue, for example. But some books have translated pretty well to the screen anyway.
One I see on many lists—and yes, it’s on mine too—is Pride and Prejudice, in particular the BBC miniseries. Yeah, I love that one, too. Though it took me a while to warm to it because I had a college roommate that watched it over and over again. At that point I was avoiding her and the series, so when I finally did sit down to watching some years later, I found it was quite charming. And I do love Jane Austen.
Another book whose movie I enjoyed is Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. I saw the movie first, though, and then felt compelled to read the book, which was wonderful as well. There is a prequel I’d like to read as well, though I always hesitate when an author revisits a scene after a long break. (See: Anne Rice’s most recent vampire novels, which I just could not get into.)
I’ll admit I liked Interview with the Vampire, too. I have no excuse for why except that maybe it came out at a time when I was receptive to Tom Cruise as an overacting blonde and boy does Brad Pitt look pretty in that movie.
Gone with the Wind is a favorite movie of mine as well. I used to lay on the couch and watch it whenever I was home sick from school. My freshman year of high school, we had to read the book. So, again, this is a situation in which I’d seen the movie first. And I know the romanticization of the Antebellum South is problematic, but Scarlett is such a vivid character that I can’t help enjoying both the book and film.
Another book/movie combo that makes my list: The Ghost Writer. Robert Harris both wrote the novel and the screenplay, so that probably goes a long way toward the two hanging together well. And you know I can’t say no to Ewan McGregor.
Finally, an oldie but goldie: The Haunting. I mean the 1963 version. I love, love, love Shirley Jackson’s novella “The Haunting of Hill House,” and this movie did it justice. Of course, maybe that’s because my friends and I stayed up late one night to watch it and scared ourselves silly. Fond memories can color one’s perception of how good a book or movie really is, I suppose.
What book adaptations have you enjoyed? Maybe later I’ll post about some terrible ones. I think it can be tricky to capture a book well on film, which is why good screenwriting is so important. Some day I still hope to see St. Peter in Chains make it to the screen . . . If and when it does, let’s hope it turns out well!
I wasn’t exactly a “kid” in the 90s. In 1990 I finished eighth grade and started high school. But I still want to try this 90s Kid Book Tag.
Please, please, please steal this tag and spread it around! I only ask that you link it back to The Literary Phoenix so that I can see everyone’s answers!
Tag, you’re it! Even if you weren’t a kid in the 90s, so long as you’re old enough to remember the 90s, I want to hear about those memories! And if you do participate, don’t forget to tag someone.
Gotta catch ’em all!
Pokemon was big in the 90s. But we’re here for books. So: Which author do you need every book from? For me it’s Tana French. I received a copy of In the Woods when I was a reviewer for Blogcritics and it hooked me. Even though it took me forever to read The Likeness because I couldn’t immediately forgive French for dumping Rob and going on to another character. Now, though, I understand that’s kind of the point of the series, and I’ve learned to love it.
Ready, AIM . . .
Remember AOL Instant Messenger? How great it was to chat online before mobile phones let us text? What book(s) connected you with your best friend? Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. I can’t even begin to describe how those books affected us. I checked Interview with the Vampire out from the school library (it’s a wonder our school had it) and read it in secret. Guess it’s not a secret now! Sorry, Mom.
Furbies were all the rage. Well, okay, I didn’t have one, nor did I want one. Bottom line, though, Furbies were demon-possessed robots of pure evil that would go off in the middle of the night at random and never shut up. (I only know this because my children now have them.) In the book world, what book seemed like a good idea but turned out to be, well, a bad one? I have to say, nothing immediately springs to mind. I’ve probably blocked it out. I’ve read plenty of disappointing books in my day. Recently I tried to read The Ghost Orchid by Carol Goodman. I’d enjoyed The Lake of Dead Languages, and the idea behind The Ghost Orchid sounded really intriguing, but I just couldn’t like the characters. I wouldn’t say the book itself was a bad idea, only that it didn’t work for me. I’ll add that I feel that way about pretty much anything written by Roald Dahl, too—his books are supposedly classics, but I’ve never liked any of them.
Bye, Bye, Bye
N’Sync was the big thing. And while we still have Justin Timberlake to entertain us, what book did you hate to say goodbye to? So many! Anything by Zilpha Keatley Snyder for starters, The Changeling in particular. I really identified with that book. Du Maurier’s Rebecca, too, which swept me away.
You Can’t Do That on Television ended in 1990, so I guess it still technically counts? On that show, Barth would serve up disgusting meals at a restaurant one had to wonder how it ever stayed open. What book did other people eat up that you just couldn’t stomach? I’ll admit I never tried to read them, but I remember my friends going on about Francesca Lia Block books . . . I also never read Goosebumps or Christopher Pike. I feel like I sort of skipped a layer of reading in my life; I went straight from Judy Blume to Dean Koontz and never looked back.
Kill Me Now
Oregon Trail is something I hear people talk about a lot, but for whatever reason we never played it where I lived. Still, I’m now very familiar with the idea behind the game. What book made you wish you’d died of dysentery? For me, The Scarlet Letter was a real trial. I also don’t at all enjoy Moby-Dick.
On Permanent Rotation
Mix tapes (or CDs) were all the rage. It was the biggest sign of affection to create one for someone. We didn’t have MP3s, after all, so making a tape or CD took real time. And it was a great way to introduce people to your favorite songs or bands. (My husband made me a mix tape when we first started dating, and Marillion’s “Kayleigh” remains one of my favorite songs.) Which three books would you put on your “playlist” by recommending them to anyone, anywhere, anytime? I often find myself recommending Rivers of London (aka Midnight Riot) by Ben Aaronovitch. Also, A Density of Souls by Christopher Rice and The Supernatural Enhancements by Edgar Cantero.
Who can forget the sound of the modem connecting? And how it took forever to connect, often only to be ruined by someone either picking up the phone or calling? What book took ages to read? For me it was Watchers by Dean [R.] Koontz. I loved that book, and I’m a quick reader, but I remember that one took time, maybe because I was savoring it.
Water, Water . . .
In the 90s you couldn’t escape things like Adam Sandler. What book do you feel like you see referenced everywhere and is in everything? The Harry Potter books, of course. Those books have entered the general lexicon. Also Shakespeare.
Cover your eyes and count to ten. Did you look through your fingers to see which way everyone ran to hide? What book did you read the end of first because you just couldn’t stand the suspense? I’m proud to say I’ve never done this. In fact, I can’t stand the thought of doing it. For me, all the fun in reading a book is in getting to the end.
Red Slice Anyone?
We all have fond memories of old foods and drinks that are no longer with us. I remember drinking Red Slice in the UT cafeteria. What are some of your favorite bookish snacks? I find when I’m reading, weirdly enough I crave bread and butter or toast.
Did you love The X-Files? Did Eugene Tooms or the Flukeman rob you of sleep? (For me it was Brad Dourif in “Beyond the Sea.” Something so much more creepy about a realistic killer.) Name a book that kept you up at night.‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. Remains one of my favorites by him, too.
Like You Can’t Do That on Television, Mr. Wizard’s World didn’t last much beyond the 80s. Still, I learned plenty from him, and from MacGyver, too. Name a book that taught you something new. Though fiction, King and Goddess by Judith Tarr taught me about the female pharaoh Hatshepsut and engendered my interest in ancient history in general. The Memoirs of Cleopatra likewise gave me a deeper vision of that queen’s life.
I hope you enjoyed this book tag. Pretty extensive! Try it yourself if you’re brave enough! Or just tell me about your favorite books in the comments.
I’ve written before about my particular connection to this novel, which is about rabbits in search of a new warren. I read it in sixth grade. I was attending a private school at the time, one so small that the fifth and sixth grades were together in one room, and even still there were only 11 of us.
This was the kind of school where girls wore skirts (though there was no set uniform, just many rules), and each morning we had to kneel to be sure our skirts touched the floor. We had to memorize long passages from the biblical book of Proverbs. We took a character-building class that featured a lot of Zig Ziglar. Physical education for the girls consisted of ballet. Lots and lots of ballet. And cheerleading. I won academic awards in Science and History as well as one for “Thoroughness,” whatever that was supposed to mean. That I did my homework completely? Seriously, no idea.
My classmates liked that I could draw (Garfield and a dog based on the same general idea as Garfield) and asked me to show them how.
And they wondered about this big book I was reading. So one day, as we were sitting outside, I told them the story of Watership Down. They were intrigued and began to call me Hazel-Rah. Then they began adopting rabbit names for themselves, too, until every recess was a game of running up and down the playground hill pretending to be rabbits. The boys were Efrafa and raided our warren and we chased them away, again and again.
The teachers and administration were disturbed. There was nothing really wrong with the game, or the book, but that it had created such furor, and that it was so out of the ordinary . . . bothered them.
The next year I was moved to the public school system. An unmitigated disaster. But later some of those students who’d been in sixth grade with me joined me again in high school. (The private school had suffered some schism in its congregation and been unable to sustain itself.) They remembered me as Hazel-Rah, and I remembered them by their rabbit names, and it felt like a small victory. I had outlasted the place that had condemned me for my broad imagination and my desire to spread it to the masses.
2016 has been a crap year on a number of fronts, but its harshness is most quantified by the long list of famous people who have passed away over these 12 months. Just today we lost Carrie Fisher, but we also lost Richard Adams, author of Watership Down. The Black Rabbit of Inlé has come to fetch him home. May he enjoy green fields and primroses everlasting.
I’ve started to see the lists popping up online. Even though there is still one month left in 2016, people are ready to call their favorites, from books to movies to television shows. So I thought about what I read and watched this year, and here are a few notables:
The Gates of Evangeline by Hester Young. This pseudo-paranormal mystery set in the bayous of Louisiana is both atmospheric and fast-moving. I raced through it and enjoyed it quite a bit.
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. Not a 2016 release, but I finally got around to this one and, though long and deep, it’s so well written. Was perfect for the long flights to and from New York.
Dark Dawning by Christine Rains. A novella, first in a series, and it sets up just a very interesting world full of shape-shifters and Inuit mythology.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. A new window into the world of Harry Potter… pre-Potter.
Sing Street. Just really cute, even if it is mostly a bunch of music videos hung on a very sparse plot frame.
Snowden. An interesting perspective on how and why Edward Snowden did what he did.
The Imposter. A documentary about how a French con artist convinced a family in Texas he was their missing son/brother.
Kubo and the Two Strings. More gorgeous work from Laika.
The Nice Guys. Typical Shane Black, so if you like his stuff…
Zootopia. Above and beyond as far as children’s animated features go.
Love & Friendship. A delightful Jane Austen adaptation.
I know there’s a lot I have yet to see (I do have tickets to Rogue One!), but of the things I watched this past year, the above stand out.
The Crown. I was sucked right into this drama about the start of Elizabeth II’s reign and can’t wait for more.
Westworld. I resisted, and do continue to resist on some levels, but I can’t deny that this is a well-written, well-acted, well-produced program. (I feel similarly about Game of Thrones and The Leftovers. Must be an HBO drama thing.)
Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency. Everything Doctor Who should be, used to be, and no longer is. In short, a whole lot of absurd fun.
Documentary Now! Fun, though the second season was not as good as the first IMHO.
Last Week Tonight with John Oliver. Probably the single thing I most look forward to each week. (And now on break. *sob*)
I also watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine and am just dabbling in Superstore. Started Designated Survivor and AHS: Roanoke and Timeless and need to get back to those… Television is getting harder to keep up with because there is so much and it’s all dumped in one go instead of airing weekly. But hey, even the weekly stuff piles up on my DVR, sort of like all the books I mean to read that pile up on my nightstand or in my Kindle. The above, then, are just shows that definitely had me hooked over the year.
So what about you? Any favorites this past year? Recommendations? Anything to look forward to in 2017? Let me know in the comments!
Today the Virtual Book Fair kicks off on Facebook. Visit my “booth” here. You can win prizes: an Amazon gift card, an ebook of your choice, or a signed copy of Manifesting Destiny. Enter two ways, (1) Liking my Facebook page and (2) signing up for my newsletter. If you do both, you get two entries. See how easy it is? Winners chosen at random on November 18.
And, yeah, The Fall and Rise of Peter Stoller is just 99 cents on Amazon (both US and UK sites) throughout the weekend. So go grab it now if you haven’t already!
While you’re here, I’m going to enter another plea for your help with these kitties. They’re not looking for homes, just looking to stay in the home they already have. Please consider donating, and if you can’t do that, at least spread the word. Or buy the shirt and, as I’ve mentioned, if you email me a copy of your receipt I’ll send you a copy of one of my books as a thank-you.
(Note that Mr. Hiddleston has in no way endorsed this gofundme. But maybe he would if he knew?)
I’m doing an ongoing series in which I go through each of my bookshelves. Here is the first bookcase, fourth shelf (1:4).
The Constant Princess by Philippa Gregory The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory The Lady Elizabeth by Alison Weir Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell Slayer of Gods by Lynda S. Robinson The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George A Little Folly by Jude Morgan Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke Life Application Bible (NIV) Treasures of the Earth by Saleem H. Ali The Greeks and Greek Love by James Davidson Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier Isabella by Colin Falconer Queen’s Gambit by Elizabeth Fremantle Mistress of the Monarchy by Alison Weir King and Goddess by Judith Tarr The Red Queen by Philippa Gregory Smiley’s People by John Le Carré The House at Riverton by Kate Morton The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton Katherine by Anya Seton The Face of a Stranger by Anne Perry (signed) Lorelei’s Lyric by D.B. Sieders (signed) Captive Queen by Alison Weir Moriarty by Anthony Horowitz Impossible Things by Connie Willis The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty Very British Problems by Rob Temple Life after God by Douglas Coupland Three Maids for a Crown by Ella March Chase Restless by William Boyd The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers Yes! 50 Scientifically Proven Ways to Be Persuasive by Noah J. Goldstein, Steve J. Martin and Robert B. Cialdini
This started as my historical fiction shelf, but then like so many others ended up being a collection point for whatever else I could stack there.
The Other Boleyn Girl was my first, as still possibly my favorite, Philippa Gregory novel. Picked it up in an airport. Have attempted but been unable to finish The Constant Princess and The Red Queen, though I have read other of Gregory’s books that I got from the library but don’t own. I usually find Alison Weir more to my liking. I read both her fiction and nonfiction.
The Lynda S. Robinson book . . . She had a great series that I loved and then she and/or they seemed to disappear. I should go see if she ever wrote anything else. Likewise, Jude Morgan—love those books but there aren’t a ton of them.
Not sure where Treasures of the Earth came from. Have a vague recollection it was given to me, or I won it or something. Maybe it was a review copy? If so, I never read it. Oops.
Big fan of Judith Tarr and surprised only the one book of hers is on my shelf. I should have Throne of Isis somewhere . . .
I picked up the Liane Moriarty book because so many people said they loved it, but I couldn’t get into it. As I go through these shelves, I’m mentally making a list of books to discard so I can make more room for what I truly love.
And Restless—I never got around to reading it. A literary agent suggested it when he sent me an R&R (that’s “revise and resubmit” to those not in on the lingo). So I ordered the book and meant to read it and then, as I sent him the extensive rewrite based on his notes, he informed me he was leaving agenting. One of the biggest letdowns of my career, and now I can’t even think of reading the book, no matter how great it may be. Should be added to my discard stack.
So. Any of you historical fiction fans? Or enjoy history books in general? Did you like The Husband’s Secret or read Restless? Let me know in the comments!
(If you don’t know what I mean by the above title, check out 1:1 and 1:2).
Things start to get a bit messy at this point. The stacks of books begin piling up here.
A Dictionary of Angels by Gustav Davidson The Dream Dictionary from A to Z by Theresa Cheung Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling The 2014 Dramatists Guild Resource Directory Writers’ and Artists’ Yearbook 2012 Deadly Doses: A Writer’s Guid to Poisons by Serita Deborah Stevens with Anne Klarner Screenwriter’s & Playwright’s Market 2010 Crafty TV Writing by Alex Epstein Making Movies by Sidney Lumet The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell Write Away by Elizabeth George On Writing by Stephen King The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations The Writer’s Journey (2nd ed.) by Christopher Vogler Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg Anatomy of Film by Bernard F. Dick The Elements of Style (3rd ed.) by Strunk and White The Elements of Editing by Arthur Plotnik The Elements of Grammar by Margaret Shertzer Which Lie Did I Tell? by William Goldman The Art of Fiction by John Gardner Common Culture: Reading and Writing About American Popular Culture (4th ed.) by Michael Petracca and Madeleine Sorapure Signs of Life in the USA: Readings on Popular Culture for Writers (2nd ed.) by Sonia Maasik and Jack Solomon The Cult TV Book edited by Stacey Abbott Creative Writing and Storyboarding for Games The Writer’s Craft The Man Who Heard Voices by Michael Bamberger 45 Master Characters by Victoria Schmidt The Chicago Manual of Style (14th ed.) The Gates of Evangeline by Hester Young The Lake House by Kate Morton An Elegant Madness by Venetia Murray The Distant Hours by Kate Morton The Magicians and Mrs. Quent by Galen Beckett Broken Harbor by Tana French The Secret Place by Tana French
This is clearly my pretentious shelf, the one with all the books on writing and editing and film and cultural media studies. But I think it also says something that all that has been blocked in by more fiction. Also, all those pretentious books are pretty old now. They’re leftovers from my days of film school and grad school. I do still enjoy spirited dialogue on media studies and craft, but I can’t say how relevant some of these books would be now were I to crack them open. Even the editing ones—why, I had a publisher tell me recently that they “don’t allow” semicolons, so . . .
I should surely weed out the old directories. The Creative Writing and Storyboarding for Games is a book I edited for ITT. Guess maybe I thought the info would come in handy at some point in my future. The Writer’s Craft is, similarly, a textbook I was allowed to take home because the publisher was going to otherwise throw it out.
Seeing some of these makes me want to re-read them. The pop culture books, for instance, and now I’m also wondering whether Vogler has a more recent edition. He almost certainly does. Would be worth looking up. I’m probably due to re-read On Writing as well.
A couple weeks ago I posted the first in this series of what’s on my bookshelves. Now we’re moving on to Bookcase 1, Shelf 2.
Dark Triumph by Robin LaFevers The Serial Killer Whisperer by Pete Earley Devil Bones by Kathy Reichs 206 Bones by Kathy Reichs Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde Something Rotten by Jasper Fforde The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde The Big Over Easy by Jasper Fforde The 13th Floor Complete Collection by Christine Rains The K-Pro by Yours Truly The World Ends at Five by Me The Sensory Child Gets Organized by Carolyn Dalgliesh Imagine: How Creativity Works by Jonah Lehrer The Wisdom of Psychopaths by Kevin Dutton Subliminal by Leonard Moldinow World of Hummingbirds by Erik Hanson Hop On Pop by Henry Jenkins, Tara McPherson, Jane Shattuc (eds.) Velocities by Stephen Dobyns Cemetery Nights by Stephen Dobyns A Glass Half Full by Felix Dennis The Top 500 Poems by William Harmon (ed.) A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein Strengthsfinder 2.0 by Tom Rath
The Jasper Fforde books should actually be on my husband’s shelves, but I think he’s hoping I’ll give in and read them. I did read the first Thursday Next book and liked it all right. The one Jasper Fforde book I really, truly enjoyed I don’t own—Shades of Grey. Keep waiting for more of those books, but that seems less and less likely to happen. Sigh.
Remember the fuss over Imagine? I read the book before the scandal. Basically, Lehrer made up some quotes and attributed them to Bob Dylan. Very, very wrong, and when you do something like that, it throws your entire book into question. Which is a shame because the book makes some good points. But who is going to trust your data after that?
I used to read all the Kathy Reichs Bones books, but I couldn’t keep up. I go in cycles with things like that. I went through a Patricia Cornwell/Kay Scarpetta phase as an undergrad.
As for the “artifacts” on the shelf: a kind of ugly Tenth Doctor, Prince John from Disney’s animated Robin Hood, a replica of the music box from the animated feature Anastasia, a Jan Hagara* music box that plays “La Mer,” Anna from Frozen that should probably be in my daughter’s room but maybe she gave it to me and I just don’t remember, and another Tenth Doctor. Cuz I love him.
*I worked for Jan Hagara as an undergrad. The music box was a gift from a friend, though, because I love the X-Files episode “Beyond the Sea.”
Check out this romantic suspense novel by fellow Tirgearr author Kathleen Rowland!
Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
“You know I love your sportswear designs, right?”
“I’m glad you do.” Amy Kintyre sat opposite a buyer, none other than Kira Radner, at a coffee shop in Lake Arrowhead, California. This sudden opportunity to re-launch her sportswear designs gave rise to the jitters, and Amy clutched her hands under the table.
Kira pressed her face forward, Amy’s sketches drawn on figures in action poses. With the portfolio spread between them, she flipped it sideways to examine the fabric swatches stapled along the sidebar. Their earthy tones blended with the marred wooden table.
Amy stilled the chatty urge.
“You know your presentation is in two weeks.” Kira was giving her the green light with Recreational Sportswear, Incorporated.
“I appreciate this, Kira.” To get her business back on track, she needed blocks of time to sew mockups. Amy inhaled the spicy aroma of the raw cedar wood. The under-construction décor of wide, timber planks on the walls made her think of her new self. Crazy how thirty felt like seventeen when embracing life and freeing her artistic side.
“Then I beg you,” Kira said, “please, please, please have your product samples ready. Deadline is the first Monday of November.”
“Got it.” Fear over the tight time frame tasted sour in her throat, but this break called like no other.
Kira leaned forward. “Impressive functionality with the shorts. Who would have thought this pocket holds a Swiss Army Knife!” The buyer’s fingertips traced the pick-stitch hem, made with thread matching the fabric, appearing invisible. “Nice detail.”
Amy’s only mock-up kept their face-to-face meeting running like the hum of the fluorescent lights above.
“Oooo,” Kira said and raised both her eyebrows. “Classic nostalgia with a twist. A pocket knife for hikers!”
“Useful, I think.” The bright light flickered over associates who’d worked together in the past, but Amy didn’t share the difficulty of making the deadline. Her breathing shortened, and panic carved a hole in her chest.
“Gotta bounce,” Kira said. “Get to work.”
“I will.” She pulled out a notebook and jotted down a to-do list ending with the file with various size patterns. After a half-hour of regrouping and rethinking, she stopped tapping her pen. Kira Radner took a chance on her, but to turn this chance into a reality, she needed evenings and weekends to make the deadline.
Last Sunday while pouring over Craigslist classifieds, she’d zeroed in on Finbar Donahue’s bookkeeping ad. After her inquiry, his head accountant sent her a message. She still favored the toe she stubbed after her in-box pinged.
Thanks to what happened, the call from Kira, she needed Finn’s job. Her mind raced to her third interview for his nine-to-five. Tomorrow morning, if all went well, she’d land the regular-hours job, tailor made for her time frame. She ran a hand through her hair, picturing the arrogant know-it-all with a never-ending string of women hanging on his arm.
Handsome wasn’t the word to describe Finn, her late, ex-boyfriend’s partner. She’d been around Finbar Donahue enough to know he looked at his world as if he were the Almighty himself. The former Army Ranger made her way too nervous. She tensed up to such an extent, her voice broke.
Romance wasn’t part of this equation. Her dream to launch herself, stitch by stitch, came down to landing the job. On a mission, her goal was simple. She closed her eyes and prayed tomorrow she’d nail it.
How about romantic travel to Lake Arrowhead, California, where Deadly Alliance takes place? Fall colors mix with evergreens around this pristine mountain lake. Bring a picnic basket and rent a pontoon!
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Lily’s Pad and the Intervenus Series: A Brand New Address and Betrayal at Crater’s Edge are sweet. Deadly Alliance and her work-in-progress, Unholy Alliance, are contracted with Tirgearr Publishing and written for adults.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy news, sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter at http://www.kathleenrowland.com/
Today I’m going to start a new feature on this blog that will go through my office bookshelves one by one. I have four bookcases in my office. Three of them have 5 shelves each and another is more a cabinet with some stuff crammed in it, so I’ll do that one last.
Today we’re doing Bookcase 1, Shelf 1 (hence the 1:1). Here is what I have on that shelf:
City of Masks by Daniel Hecht Land of Echoes by Daniel Hecht Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch One Day by David Nicholls In the Woods by Tana French The Likeness by Tana French Ruined by Paula Morris The Raising by Laura Kasichke Interred with Their Bones by Jennifer Lee Carrell Hard Love by Ellen Wittlinger (signed) Death: At Death’s Door by Jill Thompson The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling and Jack Thorne The Egypt Game by Zilpha Keatley Snyder The Truth About Stone Hollow by Zilpha Keatley Snyder The Seventh Princess by Nick Sullivan A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson Anthology of Children’s Literature (3rd Ed.)
I know some of you are gnashing your teeth and wondering where the other Rick Riordan and Harry Potter books are. Well, most have been appropriated by my 10-year-old son. I let him have the paperbacks. I should probably just forfeit these hardbacks as well and make room on the shelf for the rest of the Tana French (Dublin Murder Squad) and Ben Aaronovitch (Peter Grant series) books. I do own all the Tana French in hardback; they’re stacked on various other of my shelves. I have the first Ben Aaronovitch books on my Kindle but hope to get hard copies one day. A book has to be pretty special these days for me to want to own a physical copy, but the Peter Grant books definitely make the cut.
Then again, I’m not sure why Ruined and The Raising are on this shelf. Not that I didn’t enjoy them; I’m just not sure how they earned pride-of-place in my limited space.
I’ll admit something else. I lovedCity of Masks but never did read Land of Echoes. I received In the Woods from a publicity firm and loved it, so they sent me The Likeness too, and I’ve been hooked on Tana French ever since. Interred with Their Bones was a Christmas gift, and a librarian friend who is also godmother to my daughter gave me the Anthology of Children’s Literature. And Zilpha Keatley Snyder was a cornerstone of my childhood; I’d still love to get a copy of The Velvet Room. The Seventh Princess was a book I bought at a school book fair when I was very young; it’s falling apart because I read it so often, and now I’ve also read it to my own daughter.
You can see from the photo that my bookshelves also are home to my various collectibles. That blue painted glass is actually an heirloom, one of the few things to survive my great-grandmother’s family’s move from Europe. There used to be two—matching—but my Aunt Toni broke one. The glass is hand painted and more than 100 years old. God help me if we have a big quake…