My new favorite author
I’ve been away from the blog the last few weeks (my apologies) while working on revisions for a book that will come in 2018 — my first hardcover! The good news is all this hard work will be worth it, I think. I already love this story so much more now than I did when I turned it in to my editor the first time. The bad news is, I’ve let some other things go, like the care and feeding of the blog. Sorry. But I do have some book recommendations for you today that will hopefully make up for it.
A long while back I read Alice Hoffman‘s TURTLE MOON. It was the first novel I’d ever read told in the present tense and I remember loving it. Then life got busy and for whatever reason, I failed to read Alice’s next offerings to the literary world. That was a huge mistake. I’ve since rediscovered this immensely gifted writer and now I know I missed out on a lot of good reads since Turtle Moon. Suffice it to say I have some catching up to do.
One of the great things about modern technology is the ability to have a book read to you while you drive. I don’t have much of a work commute. (I walk from the upstairs to the downstairs) but I spend a surprisingly ample amount of time in my car anyway. Errands, visits to book clubs, shopping, weekend stuff, visits to the grandlad in Orange County. All of that time behind the wheel adds up. I checked out from my library Alice’s THE MARRIAGE OF OPPOSITES for a drive up to Los Angeles back in December and loved loved loved it. The narration was exquisite and I actually found myself wanting to drive back to LA to keep listening to it. When I finished with MARRIAGE, I next checked out THE MUSEUM OF EXTRAORDINARY THINGS and was again spellbound. Both books are so amazingly well written and full of rich layers of characterization. I highly recommend them both. And if you’ve never tried an audio book before, I’d say start with these. I plan to get on board with Audible sometime this year, although I do like patronizing my local library’s audiobook shelves.
One more thing about Alice Hoffman’s novels. My meter for adult language and bedroom stuff probably leans toward a more moderately modest setting and I am happy to say Hoffman is careful here. She manages to write stunningly real and relevant prose without excess adult language and bedroom situations. You don’t miss it if you’re used to it, and you don’t notice the absence of over-the-top profanity and etcerera until you read perhaps another book where highly adult language and etcetera seems to appear on every page. I
love that about her storytelling.
I recently had the opportunity to hear Alice Hoffman speak about her latest book, FAITHFUL, which is on my nightstand now, and I’m so ready to read it when I’ve got these edits done.
If you’ve been reading Alice, I’d love to hear your thoughts on her style and storytelling goddessness!
And I promise to better at feeding the blog in 2017!
Here I am with my mom and daughter Stephanie at Warwick’s Books when Alice was here in my neck of the woods for the book tour of FAITHFUL. So, yeah, we’re in the front row…

I’ve been a fan of Ann Patchett since

OCEAN, I asked many friends if they’d ever had an experience that had no earthly explanation. I was surprised by the number who emailed me back with a story that they don’t always share with people because it defies conventional wisdom. These stories reinforced for me the notion that we don’t know everything about everything.
Was there a time when Young Adult lit was truly only for young adults? I am beginning to think maybe there was but it only lasted five minutes. I’ve been wowed over the last few years by more YA titles than my chronological age should allow. Ruta Sepetys’ page-turner,
When I began writing SECRETS OF CHARMED LIFE a couple years ago, I had only the vaguest of notions of how much London suffered during World War II. Here was a city teeming with civilians – mothers, pensioners, children too young to be evacuated or just plain not evacuated – and yet it was bombed as if it were a military fortress filled with soldiers. When ordinary people are thrust into such extraordinarily difficult circumstances, their best virtues and worst flaws will emerge, twinned and twisted, and sometimes hard to distinguish between. War reveals to us what we love and fear most.
Ever since I listened to Kate Atkinson’s LIFE AFTER LIFE on a long road trip with my husband, I’ve been itching to devour more books on audio. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to realize how a good book on audio can revolutionize the way I look at driving up to Los Angeles or going anywhere during rush hour here in San Diego — both of which I used to dread. With a good audio book in the car with me, I — dare I say it? — I almost look forward to bumper-to-bumper traffic because it means more time with the book.
I’ve been hungry for that kind of novel that calls out to you from the nightstand all throughout the day, teasing you to drop off working a little early so that you can open it up and continue where you left off the night before. My work office is my home so my current read is never more than a flight of stairs and a hallway away. After a couple of less-than-compelling books, I was very glad to get caught up in Liane Moriarty’s
Something must be wrong with me.
That was the problem for me with My Name is Lucy Barton. I longed to be transported, not via an overblown plot-driven story told in stilted language, but with a character-driven story told in beautiful, even if it is simple, prose that challenged and teased my senses. I wanted the story to whisk me away to another time and place the way Khaled Hosseini took me to Afghanistan in The Kite Runner, or the way Barbara Kingsolver sent me to Africa in the 1950s in The Poisonwood Bible, or the way Geraldine Brooks carried me to Britain in the time of the plagues in Year of Wonders or the way Margaret Atwood carted me away to a hellish, dystopic future in The Handmaid’s Tale.
I just finished a re-read of a book, which is something I don’t do very often as there is – cue the music – way too many books and far too little time. I dove for a second time into
The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks
The Good Girl by Mary Kubica
I was a fan of Emma Donoghue’s ROOM before long before it became an Oscar-worthy film. I was spellbound by Emma’s storytelling skills and how she expertly wove her characters’ emotions into my own. In her upcoming
I read Ann Patchett’s BEL CANTO ages ago, and knew I’d stumbled upon a stellar wordsmith. I loved her STATE OF WONDER from a couple years back and so am natch looking forward to anything new by her. Her newest, not out until September, is
When my family and I lived in Minnesota some years ago, I longed to read a Louise Erdich novel, as she’s a Minnesota legend and treasure, but life was so busy, other books took precedence and it never happened. I hereby mostly vow to read this one. Out next month,
I was thoroughly gobsmacked (isn’t that a great word?) by Mary Kubica’s THE GOOD GIRL and even though I still have PRETTY BABY on my TBR Tower (a pox on mere 24-hour days!!), I still can’t wait to read her upcoming