November 1, 2019

Publishers Weekly Weighs In on WINGS

November 1st marks one month until the release of WINGS ... and, to my breathless surprise, I just discovered that Publishers Weekly recently posted a review of Wings Like a Dove. I confess I forgot that we submitted the story for a possible PW review, and I really wasn't expecting one because they don't review every book they receive. I'm thrilled to learn that the reviewer thinks it's "powerful" as well as a "harrowing, enthralling" tale. This is good!

(On a side note, I'm not sure how, but the reviewer somehow got the idea that Thomas is a chef (?). He is not. He is a carpenter who runs a woodworking trade school for orphan boys. In fact, anything Thomas cooks tends to be scorched, and the boys are all too eager to let Anna take over the cooking.)

The reviewer believes this story will appeal to fans of Linda Byler. I am embarrassed to admit that I had to Google Ms. Byler, but by the looks of her strong legacy in historical fiction, I am most honored by the comparison.

Anyway . . . one month to go! And a Publishers Weekly review! 

Here's a snippet of it:


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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

I've published five novels and 2 novellas (more about those on my website.) I've been writing all my life, but decided in 2007 to get serious about being published.

I love action movies and Jane Austen. (she’s dead, I know. I found that out when I tried to get her to endorse my novel)

They let me play Bass guitar and sing in a worship band.

I can produce 4 dozen homemade cinnamon rolls in a flash for a crowd of drooling young adults. Or publishing house editors.

I used to have a Harley. Now we have seven grandkiddos. Decent trade, really.

I am a proud Grammy. Don't even think about taking candy from my babies.

I hate shopping (Yes, I'm aware that I'm a girl)

MY ROOTS:
I've lived in Oregon all my life, spent time in Eugene (Go DUCKS!), Springfield, Reedsport, and Smith River. Which is not really a town, but a river, about 70 miles long, a tributary of the Umpqua River in southwest Oregon.

Although it's not a town, it is a community with a strong sense of pioneer history. It's cool to say you've lived there, especially if you lived there during the days when you had to take a boat to school. No joke! The old farmhouse my grandfather and my mother grew up in still stands, nestled into a narrow, pasture carpeted valley, complete with a swimmin' hole and its own 'crick'. It may turn up in one of my novels.

There's a rumor that my ancestors had a connection with the Mafia back in Sicily. I used to fantasize as a kid about a big black limo with tinted windows pulling up and whisking me away from school. Ahhh. So THAT'S why I'm having so much trouble conjugating my dangling participles now.

NOT RANDOM: I am challenged by the truth and amazed by the grace of God. And it's either in spite of or because of that grace that I hold a PhD in Learning Stuff the Hard Way.