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The Importance of Diverse Reading

I won’t forget the embarrassment I felt when discussing my favorite authors with a friend just last summer.

She and I had gone to high school together and enjoyed reading some of the same books at the time. We were meeting up for only the second time in four years, and it wasn’t long before our conversation turned to literature. As we were rallying off the books that we had been reading, my friend made an interesting conjecture.

“You seem to read only male authors…particularly white male authors.”

I was taken aback, but after several seconds, I regained my composure.

“That’s not true! I read Wole Soyinka and Chinua Achebe in my World Lit class, and I love Rachel Carson and Donna Tartt and…” (dare I mention J.K. Rowling?)

“Fine,” she said, “but how many non-white, female authors have you read?”

I was at a loss. In fact, I hadn’t read any.

12morrison1-articleLarge-v3The next day, I picked up a copy of Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon and began my education. Of course I knew about Morrison and her Nobel Prize, and I really did plan on reading her eventually, but, for whatever reason, I always found another author that I had to read first. One month later, however, after finishing Song of Solomon and Beloved, I was ready to call her one of my favorite authors.

Apart from her masterful style, what drew me most to Morrison’s writing was her ability to fashion a reality that seemed simultaneously authentic and unique. Entering the worlds of Milkman and Sethe was like visiting a foreign country for the first time. The unfamiliarity of the place was its charm. Every character’s name, every town, every family, felt new and interesting. Every dialogue was an opportunity to learn.

Before Morrison, I had fallen into a trap that I think ensnares many readers. With few exceptions, I had been reading authors of my own gender, ethnicity, socioeconomic status, political ideologies, etc. In short, I was reading authors who viewed the world through lenses not unlike my own. I had read some truly magnificent books, but I was limiting literature’s potential to enrich my understanding of the world. I needed someone to disentangle my partialities and open my mind.

For me, that someone was Toni Morrison. For another reader, it may be a foreign author, or someone on the opposite side of the political spectrum, or a scientist who writes only nonfiction. Inevitably, the decision to try out one new author or genre will lead to a more diverse and complete reading list.

A year after our previous conversation, when my friend and I were both back home riding around our old neighborhood, our conversation turned again to literature.

“Would you consider the reading you do outside of school, at home, without anyone to discuss the books with educational?” I asked.

“I think the reading of any type of literature is educational.” She said. “Reading is the most effective way to enter the mind of another person, and what could be more educational than that?”

If literature does in fact allow the reader to inhabit the mind of the author, we can do ourselves no greater disservice than reading a homogenous circle of authors. Each time we take the risk of reading an unfamiliar author, however, we learn to better understand the world, its myriad cultures and peoples, and our place among them.

Sit down. It’s time to talk about consciousness.

My husband is falling asleep across the table from me, in full view of the bar.

In his defense, we have just left a giant party that we attended in order to raise money for The Jackson Free Clinic, an incredible organization for which he regularly busts his ass. He is tired. He took a test today to end a rotation, and “only made a B” [insert my eye rolling here]. Tomorrow he starts a new rotation at the hospital and he is already dreading the all-night shifts, and here am, at this loud bar, making him drink whiskey and eat fish tacos because I just had to find out why there were so many movie trailers outside, and the only way to be cool about it is to pretend we were already planning on coming here anyway, and “oh, what are these trailers doing here? Filming a movie? How inconvenient!” (It’s a horror movie, by the way, and I am very disappointed that I am not now fast friends with at least one of the Affleck brothers.)

JacketTo top all of this off, I will not shut up about octopuses. You heard me right, I cannot shut my pie hole about the spineless cephalopods crawling around on the ocean floor, and my poor, exhausted husband is trying so hard to pay attention. In his defense, he really does care because he is, after all, a man of science. Circumstances are simply preventing him from giving me his full attention. Why do I have such a wealth of knowledge about the ageless octopus, you ask? It is because I am still coming down from the book high that came from finishing Sy Montgomery’s new masterpiece The Soul of an Octopus: A Surprising Exploration into the Wonder of Consciousness (which was just longlisted for the National Book Award in the nonfiction category).

Montgomery, author of several acclaimed books like The Good Good Pig, brings such a personal element to this book about ancient cephalopods that it is impossible to not be swept away on the journey with her. Early on in the book, Montgomery explains the history in the scientific community of ascribing consciousness to animals. Until recently, scientists have been wary to put too much stock behind attributing specific and complex personalities to animals due to the fear that we would simply project our own human ideas of what consciousness is, and completely misunderstand the science behind why animals do what they do. If an animal like the octopus shows extreme intelligence, it is so tempting to assume that they have the same complex feelings that humans do, and that is a big no no.

So how is it possible to go on an incredibly personal journey when your writing is prefaced with this giant warning about not getting too emotional? Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly at all), setting aside our ideas of human consciousness and making room to understand a completely new and alien kind of intelligence is transformative. Montgomery was able to learn to love the octopuses that she came into contact with in a fresh way, a way that made room for an unfathomable, yet nevertheless emotional, bond.

Although it is impossible to completely detach and not project at least some human feelings onto the octopus, several things were made clear to me throughout reading this book. Octopuses are each unique; shy, adventures, solitary, grumpy, or playful. They get itchy. They get bored. Octopuses remember. They seem to take comfort in the presence of an old friend, relaxing and asking to be petted when visited by someone that they like. They forget things in their old age. Their arms contain roughly two thirds of their neurons, meaning that each of the eight arms kind of does have a mind of its own. They taste with their skin, which is how they recognize the humans that they fear/enjoy, and how they hunt the waters around them.

Sy Montgomery fell in love, specifically with two or three of the giant Pacific octopuses housed at the New England Aquarium in Boston. The aquarium is a sprawling, magical complex with exhibits ranging from feisty penguins to grumpy eels, and a webcam fixed in their Giant Ocean Tank, which you can watch here (I have had trouble doing anything else today, especially when Myrtle, the ancient sea turtle who lives in the tank, swims up the camera and rolls around flirtatiously in the water). Montgomery also forged friendships with the volunteers, regular members, and staff that surrounded her, and tenderly peeked into each of their lives, making the book both rich and sad at times. These people bonded over their love of the mysterious octopuses that brought them together, and they left each day mystified and changed.

This nonfiction book about octopuses and the cosmic questions that surround consciousness made me cry. CRY. And I laughed, too, totally in love with how little I know, and at the intoxicating thirst for knowledge that this book gave to me.

It’s hard to explain this strange combination of new facts and the overwhelming feeling of smallness that this book gave to me over drinks while my husband is falling asleep. But don’t worry, I’ve already bookmarked about 100 articles and videos on the miracle that is the octopus, and we’ll be exploring them very soon. To my husband: hope you weren’t planning on reading the Sunday Times this weekend, because I’ve got other plans for us. Time to talk cephalopods.

Hard Decisions

WFES0812997477-2Don’t expect a heart-warming teenage romance story within Fortune Smiles by Adam Johnson. You will not read these stories, sip champagne and the relax into the absolution of serendipity. Fortune Smiles will do everything except absolve you of moral responsibility. In the way of plot, these stories have been written in a way to appeal to a wide audience. The collection has a bit of everything from futuristic drones, to draconic North Korean oppression, to abandoned babies in the fallout of Hurricane Katrina. The diversity of these stories reinforces Johnson’s purpose in portraying true morality as a malleable—often ambiguous—specter.

Moral obligation is the central tenant of Fortune Smile’s composite of six short stories. Time and time again, the protagonists face decisions that still make me wince weeks after reading them. Many of them, at first, seek their answer in the society surrounding them. They crave an outward force to tell them what is right and what is wrong. And, after being left without conclusion, these protagonists are forced to look within themselves and evaluate what they hold sacred as individuals. I believe this evaluation will happen to all of us at some point, and in retrospect we will constantly ask ourselves, ‘Was that the right thing to do?’

I almost pity Adam Johnson because his prose is so human, so evocative that I know that in some way, Johnson lived these stories and made each of these decisions himself. Fortune Smiles seeks to be the uncertain darkness that allows the light of morality to find definition and take shape. You will realize how fortunate your purchase was if you find a copy of Fortune Smiles on your bookshelf.

This collection is Adam Johnson’s fourth release, his third being the Pulitzer Winning Orphan Master’s Son.

– salvo.blair91@gmail.com

The Water and the Wild

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Above is the epigraph for K.E. Ormsbee’s middle grade novel, The Water and the Wild. It is an excerpt from a poem by William Butler Yeats entitled “The Stolen Child”, and it is the poem from which the novel borrows its name. It’s fitting, seeing as how the story carries such a magical, curiously literary tone. That’s the thing about good middle-grade: if it’s written well and written right, it’s not just a story to entertain young readers. It’s a story to be savored by all ages, a story that charms with its characters and magic and innocent inclinations. But I guess that’s any good children’s book really. I’ve been on a huge middle grade kick lately and am currently trying to bring anyone and everyone into the fold, mostly by putting this book into their hands.

Jacket (3)The story follows Lottie Fisk, an imaginative orphan living with a less than pleasant guardian. She stores her treasures in a copper keepsake box underneath a green apple tree in her front yard, and curiously, whenever she writes a letter and places it in her box under the apple tree, she receives a reply. The novel takes off when Lottie’s only friend Eliot is diagnosed as “otherwise incurable” and slowly gets sicker. Lottie writes a pleading note to the letter-writer, asking for a cure. Several months letter, a mysterious girl appears at her window in the night, claiming that her father is not only the best healer on the island where she lives, but also Lottie’s letter-writer. And so Lottie is whisked away by apple tree to a mysterious land of magic and mysteries and fairies and kings, desperate to find a cure for her dear friend Eliot.

One of the strongest points of this novel is the unique world and magic system. The way Mr. Wilfer mixes his cures, the use of birds as messengers known as genga, the unique gifts each sprite in the magical world of New Albion is born with are all new explorations into the idea of magic. The history of New Albion is interesting as well. It is a country split into two courts, Southerly and Northerly, with very different traditions and a deal of animosity between the two. In sum, this isn’t a fantasy world where you can assume anything. All of the magic systems and fantasy history are new and unfamiliar, making it that much harder to guess what will happen.

The novel also charms with its use of poetry. There is Lottie’s circling back to Yeat’s “The Stolen Child”, but there is also the character of Oliver Wilfer, who has memorized poetry and often spouts stanzas when he believes they will be relevant or helpful.

The added bits of poetry and the dream-like narrative quality give The Water and the Wild an enchanting, literary quality. It’s a lovely romp of a middle-grade novel, with all the essential quirks and characters to please ten and twenty year-olds alike with a taste for the fantastical. So come away o human child, won’t you please?

Tragedy is comedy is drama: Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies

Fates and Furies Cover ImageIt is not often that I find myself losing sleep over characters in a book. Weeks after reading Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies, Lotto and Mathilde’s story is prominent in my mind, and with Lauren’s upcoming visit to Lemuria, I’d like to share why this book was so powerful. When I talk about literally losing sleep, I mean that I was reading this book at 3  in the morning and was reading with my hand over my mouth because I couldn’t believe what was happening. Or maybe I could believe it. I’ll let you decide.

The title, Fates and Furies, reveals a lot about the book. In Crowell’s Handbook of Classical Mythology, the Fates are “Divine beings who determined the course of events in human lives.” They have been personified in many ways, but “as often as the Fates were associated with the end of life, they were active at its beginning.” The Fates are three women Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable), who, from the very moment of birth determine the thread of one’s life, and when to cut it.

The first section of Fates and Furies, labeled, simply, “Fates,” is told from Lotto’s perspective. We see that he is destined for “greatness” from his birth. While the story is told in omniscient third person, there are interjections in brackets, as if an unknown party is relaying information the audience, or reader, should know, but that could not otherwise be revealed through the characters.

For example:

Lotto loved the story. He’d been born, he’d always say, in the calm eye of the hurricane. [From the first, a wicked sense of timing.]

So…who is the narrator who decides to interject himself or herself into the story? Much like a Greek chorus, this narrator frequently divulges what the character truly thinks or feels contrary to their actions, or extemporaneous information—i.e., that it was a wicked sense of timing. Perhaps, it would not be remiss to say that these speakers are the Fates, and later, the Furies. The Fates could also be interpreted as the women in Lotto’s life—his mother, his wife, and perhaps his sister. Who destined him for greatness by naming him Lancelot? His mother. Who furthered his play-writing career by being the muse and behind the scenes editor of his plays? Mathilde. Perhaps, even, there is a Fate that cuts his life short, but you’ll have to read it to see if that’s the case.the-three-fates-photo-researchers

Fates and Furies is the story of a marriage. “Most operas, it is true, are about marriage. Few marriages could be called operatic.” Lotto and Mathilde, two opposites, whose marriage, as it unfolds, is a Greek drama. It is both tragedy and comedy. Lotto’s English teacher asks the students the difference between tragedy and comedy. One student replies that it is the difference of solemnity vs humor.

“False,” Denton Thrasher said. “A trick. There’s no difference. It’s a question of perspective. Storytelling is landscape, and tragedy is comedy is drama. It simply depends on how you frame what you’re seeing.”

This statement encapsulates the entirety of Fates and Furies. In a book that concerns itself with a failed Shakespearean actor who turns to play-writing, the book can also be read as a play.

Comedies, in the Shakespearean sense, often concern themselves with the ability of the characters to triumph over the chaos of life, ultimately ending in a marriage, representing the renewal of life and of second chances. From the Greek, komas (meaning “the party”) and oide (meaning “the song”) comes, kōmōidía, or the song of the party, of the reveling. At the beginning of Fates and Furies, there is much reveling, and one party begins where the other ends, often without much distinction, so the reader must be observant to know that a new party has started, and learn the characters that orbit Lotto and Mathilde in constant rotation. As the story continues, however, these revolving characters are whittled down to a main five: Chollie, Mathilde, Lotto, Antoinette, and another later character. So begins the switch to tragedy.

In tragedy, a character is doomed to an unhappy end, usually by fate, and the hero suffers from hubris or excessive pride, ultimately leading to his downfall. Tragedy is comedy is drama. In Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, (a comedy where lovers are mixed up), there is a play within a play, the love story of Pyramus and Thisbe, which, incidentally is a tragedy. Pyramus and Thisbe cannot be together because of a family rivalry (an early Greek incarnation of Romeo and Juliet). They agree to meet under a mulberry tree. When Thisbe arrives first, she sees a lion whose mouth is bloodied from a recent kill, and in her hurry to runaway, she drops her veil. Pyramus enters the scene, thinks his beloved has been killed, and, rather than be without her, chooses to impale himself upon his sword. In A Midsummer’s Night Dream (5.1.261-270) the actor playing Pyramus cries:

What dreadful dole is here!

Eyes, do you see?

How can it be?

O dainty duck! O dear!

Thy mantle good,

What, stained with blood?

Approach, ye Furies fell!

O Fates, come, come,

Cut thread and thrum.

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

And while in the Greek play the lion has merely killed Thisbe, Shakespeare’s Pyramus goes on angrily to say that the lion hath “deflowered” his love.


And finally we enter the last section of the book, “Furies.” Also found in Crowell’s Handbook of Classical Mythology, the Erinyes, or Furies, as they were known to the Romans, were “female spirits who punished offenders against blood kin.” Crowell continues, “Whatever their precise origin, they reflect a very ancient Greek belief in a divine mechanism of retributive justice.” What we see in the last quarter of the book is Mathilde enacting revenge for past injustices—she is not just furious, she is fury.

I think that Lotto and Mathilde have entered the cannon of love stories all on their own, but it is also my opinion that they are Shakespeare’s Pyramus and Thisbe re-imagined. Tragedy is comedy is drama. From which lens are we seeing the drama unfold, and which one presents tragedy versus comedy? Lotto’s? Mathilde’s? The Greek chorus? Or the reader’s? Don’t miss this amazing, multi-layered story, and a chance to hear Lauren speak at Lemuria this Tuesday night at 5:00 in our main store!

Changes in FEC

Hello!

For over two years I have enjoyed handling Lemuria’s FEC and OZ FEC. There is a ritual to it–reading the books months in advance; discussing with all of our booksellers which books we should pick and why; anxiously awaiting the books’ release date so I can finally talk with other readers about another great story; meeting the authors and hearing how the story came to be what it is; and mylaring, wrapping, and shipping over 250 books each month. Some of the books we’ve selected are now some of my favorite novels–Paper Lantern: Love Stories, The Son, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, to name a few. But all good things must come to an end.

This month, I am handing over the FEC reins to Hannah and Austen. Hannah has worked at Lemuria for the past 3 years and is the fiction room manager. Austen is a jack-of-all-trades; from coordinating our ship-outs to receiving all of our book shipments, he keeps the gears of Lemuria well oiled. Your book orders and reading habits will be in good hands. You can continue to email them at fec@lemuriabooks.com. If you call the store, just let whoever you talk to that you are a member of the FEC; they will make sure your message gets to the right person.

I will still be at Lemuria for a little while longer, but I have cut my hours back so that I can teach English this semester at a local University. I’ll be moving to Tacoma, Washington in the new year and will join your ranks as a member of the FEC. I’ll have to get my Lemuria fix via the USPS.

Thank you so much for being a member of the club and giving me, and Lemuria, a community of book-lovers.

Happy Reading,

Adie

If you are not a member of our First Editions Club, but would like to sign up, please click here or call the store at 601.366.7619. We would love to have you.

THE MAN WHO WALKED BETWEEN THE TOWERS, by Mordecai Gerstein

I was sitting in my little cubby behind the fiction desk at the beginning of the month when it hit me. Yet another anniversary of 9/11 is upon us. How can yet another year have flown by distancing us from the most deadly terrorist attack on American soil? The emotions, man. AND IT’S BEEN 14 YEARS. How can so many years have passed already, when I can remember September 11 of 2001 so clearly? In that moment of realization I just sat and let the painful memories wash over me. Each year I seemingly transport seamlessly back to my 10 year old self, where the magnitude of the atrocity is new and fresh. I fully expected to continue in this mindset as we approached and then passed this anniversary, in similar manner to the previous 13 I have experienced. Something happened though that reshaped my mindset of the historic twin towers that I couldn’t have imagined; my miracle appeared in book form.

JacketI received my daily stack of customer special orders that needed their owners’ notification of their arrival. As I generally do, I skimmed each title as I progressed through the stack. I may occasionally read an inside cover as well if I find it particularly interesting (this is how my own reading list becomes so spectacularly lengthy.) There was one book on this day that stopped my progress in its tracks. The title of the book was The Man Who Walked Between the Towers, a Caldecott Medal award winning children’s picture book by Mordecai Gerstein. I didn’t fully know what I was looking at; just a children’s book on the twin towers. Immediately my curiosity was piqued. I halted my work; I knew this was a book I needed to read at that moment.

As I discovered, The Man Who Walked Between The Towers recounts the French aerialist Philipe Petit’s acrobatics in the early morning hours of an August day in 1974. Petit, with assistance from cohorts, stretched a wire between the towers in an attempt to cross between the two as the sun rose. I became enthralled with the story as I was pulled into that hour that Petit entertained passers by a quarter of a mile up in the sky as depicted with the captivating illustrations within.

Something happened as I read this story. I was no longer only filled with pain and sadness when I thought of the twin towers, I was now also filled with the wonder, amusement, and even joy of this story. I was hit with a realization that filled me with a surpassing hope in this painful anniversary. Terrorists may have taken almost 3,000 lives on that September day, but they could not take everything. They can never take away the joyful moments that took place in and on the twin towers; I’m sure this incredible story is just one of many that could be told. This is the one that I know though, and I want to share it with you all. This is a book for all ages, but I think it can be especially important for children. It is important for them to know and remember the atrocities of 9/11, but also to know that there is always more that can never be taken away by evil.

A sincere thank you each and ever year to the first responders of 9/11. And my deepest sympathies to the family members of the victims. #neverforget

*On September 30th, a movie on this story will be released titled ‘The Walk.’

 

Nagasaki: Life After Nuclear War By Susan Southard

This year marks many anniversaries of note. The battle of Waterloo happened 200 years ago, Hurricane Katrina was 10 years ago, and the atomic bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima were 70 years ago. It’s strange to think about. The bombings are not so recent that most of us remember them, nor are they so long ago that they feel ancient. So why do we need another history lesson to remember them? Trust me, this book has the answer.

JacketOne thing that really pulled me into Susan Southard’s book Nagasaki: Life After Nuclear War, is that it reads more like a story with 5 main characters, who were all teenagers at the time of the bombing. The book bounces back and forth through these people and what happened August 9, 1945 and in the days and years afterward. Since most of us have read and watched many war survival stories, and witnessed the incredible hardship and injustice people have faced, I’ll try not to focus on that; because this story is about much more.

For one thing, this book is about how different atomic warfare is from other types of destruction. Nuclear bombs carry strange and long-lasting effects. To get a general idea of their impact, consider this: it would only take about 10 megatons of nuclear bombs to severely cripple the US and about 50-100 to wipe us out almost completely. Besides the raw firepower, radiation poisoning has appeared to last at least 30 years and cause genetic and cancerous diseases. Because of this, the people who were exposed became known as hibakusha or “bomb affected people”. This name became like a warning to others, who would ostracize the hibakusha because they feared catching radiation from them. Reading about these things was almost surreal; I wanted to think that something like this could only happen in movies. It was just plain scary.

But this book is also about five individual people. They grow, they change, they survive, and like I said, the story reads like a novel. One part of the book I think about a lot was when Masahiro Sasaki said that he and other hibakusha must not be called “victims,” for that traps all thinking on the subject in the past. He said, when a child once asked him which nation dropped the atomic bombs, “I can’t remember. God has allowed me to forget. Only the future matters.”

I was pretty surprised when I read that quote. How can someone just forget something so horrible? I’m still not sure I agree with it. But at the same time, I can’t forget that this book is not an apology from the US but simply factual accounts of what happened. I think that’s another reason I like this book so much. I’m not being told what to believe, I’m just hearing the truth and being allowed to think about it myself.

So as you can guess, I really like reading history. The stories of people’s lives in a time and place I’ve never been have always fascinated me. And while there are plenty of history books I want other people to read, there are a few I think everyone should read. I think this would be a great book to teach in schools, and a great book that will fascinate you and may teach you a whole new perspective on things.

Collecting the Blues

Fans of the blues can take their love one step further by collecting books on the subject. From beautiful coffee table picture books to long-reading books, there’s something for every blues lover.

blues from the deltaTo start at the very roots of the blues, “Slave Songs of the United States” published in 1867 by William Francis Allen is the foundation for a serious blues collector—but incredibly rare. Other works on African American song like “Negro Workaday Songs” were also published in the 1920s from small university presses. Moving into the mid to late 20th century there are several titles which can still be found in first edition, but perhaps even more importantly, they are still in print in paperback: country blues“The Country Blues” by Samuel B. Charters (1959) documents country bluesmen like Robert Johnson and Blind Lemon Jefferson; “Blues People” by Amiri Baraka (1963) written under the name Leroi Jones was the first modern blues book written by an African American; and “Blues from the Delta” written by Mississippian William Ferris (1978) includes full documentation of a Clarksdale House Party with Wallace “Pine Top” Johnson.

southern soul bluesMusic scholars and field workers have been documenting the blues for many years but recently some exceptional books have been released based on this research. William Ferris published “Give My Poor Heart Ease” (2009) which documents the blues in the Mississippi Delta in the 1960s and ’70s, and George Mitchell released “Mississippi Hill Country Blues 1967” (2013) with a showing and signing at the Mississippi Museum of Art. Another gem is Birney Imes’ “Juke Joint” (1990) which was released in a signed limited edition in slipcase with a Foreword by Richard Ford. The variety of blues covered in modern scholarship today is admirable, from “Southern Soul Blues” by David Whiteis (2014), which includes chapters on Ms. Jody and our own Bobby Rush, to a new classic from the late and great American collector of folk music Alan Lomax—“The Southern Journey of Alan Lomax,” (2012) with newly published photos and an essay by Tom Piazza.

give my poor heart easeBlues books are not the easiest type of book to collect because they do not have a wide readership and publishers print in small batches. Not only is it hard to get a first edition, if you wait too long, the book may already be out of print. If your blues collection is filled with first editions all the better, but just having these wonderful books in any form is a treasure for your home library.

 

Originally published in the Clarion-Ledger

The Gates of Evangeline

This is a book I actually read a couple of months ago, but haven’t had much of a chance to encourage anyone else to read….because it only just came out today. But! Now you can buy it and read it! Preferably at Lemuria, where you can pick it up right off of my recommended shelf. That’s what your plan was, wasn’t?

WFES399174001-2The Gates of Evangeline is a great psychological thriller written in a Southern Gothic style. Although Young isn’t from the South herself, the setting of her novel definitely is. Evangeline, a beautiful old plantation home, is captured perfectly in Young’s description of Louisiana’s swamp land. It’s here where our heroin, Charlotte “Charlie” Cates begins working on her writing assignment, a thirty-year-old missing child case, for a true crime magazine. It’s a chance for her to move on from her own son’s death, but that’s not the only reason Charlie has taken the assignment. She thinks that the missing child is communicating with her, to help her find out what happened to him.
I know what you’re thinking, “Eh…paranormal is not my thing.”
Trust me, it’s not really mine either. But, Young has written Charlie’s character in such a way that you can’t help but believe in her. I wanted so badly for her to figure out what had happened those thirty years ago because she was such a sympathetic, strong and heartwarming character. There’s a lot of loops and turns before that happens, but Young’s writing sucked me right in and I couldn’t wait to figure it all out.
If you’re not a fan of paranormal, but you are a fan of romance…there’s a little bit of that thrown in there too. *wink wink* Charlie has a bit of a thing for Evangeline’s landscaper. Yet again, the relationship between the two was believable, and I was definitely rooting for them.
This was a really good read. If you’ve always considered getting into a little Southern Gothic feel, I recommend checking this book out.
Also, if you want to be really cool, you should come meet Hester Young on Friday, September 4th at 5 o’clock! She’ll be signing and reading from her psychological, eerie, paranormal thriller with a touch of a romance novel, The Gates of Evangeline.
See you there!

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