Hello good people of the blogosphere! How are you doing?
I hope life is treating you well. Life is treating me very well with a wonderful husband, wonderful children from another mother and the loveliest dog every 🙂 .
Recently I have re-discovered my love for reading novels. On and off I have times when I just can’t find anything to read even though I have a ton of books on my kindle and my reading lists in general.
So, I’ve made time in my day when I read because I felt I needed a “date” with my books in this world of social media and fast information. And then I found a post from 2015 when I was still writing a fantasy story.
I never finished it and I wonder if I am a reader, not a writer or a blogger and a reader. But maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just boxes that I do not fit in.
What about you? Does reading novels comes easy to you, has it changed since you deal with social media or have you never been a fan?
Here is my review from Goodreads of the last novel I read. It was great:
Oh, what a delightful read. I won the book via Patti Phillips’s Nightstand Book Reviews newsletter and wasn’t quite sure what to expect because I had never heard of the author. When I started I just wanted to read a couple of pages to get an idea of how Rysa Walker writes… and read half of the book in one go. Anna Morgan the main character directly drew me into the story because she cares deeply about the people she loves but has to deal with a fate that keeps her apart from most of her peers. I could fully understand where she came from and I love a good old conspiracy supernatural story. When it is full of suspense and romance on top then my delight is even bigger.
Rysa Walker knows how to create characters which make you care about the goodies and loathe the baddies. But they are not flat characters. You sometimes rip your hair out about the stupid decisions of the nice characters make while you can feel for the baddies at times. Not too often though. They are rather nasty.
There is never a boring moment in the storyline: From the moment Anna tries to convince one of her ghostly inhabitant’s grandfather that she really talks about Molly towards the end when she can save her friend and flee a secret military compound testing children with special abilities. You get a little rest here and there just enough to go to the next suspense high.
The story plays in today’s US and seems fully believable to me. I believe there are things science can’t explain yet but tries to do and is happy to cover up so the general public doesn’t get the heeby-jeebies. Yes, stupid old conspiracy theories but hey they do give you a great read.
I can’t really compare Walkers style with any other author I’ve read before. She has a wonderfully unique way of bringing the supernatural together with enticing characters and a storyline that makes you bite your nails. If you like supernatural suspense with a good dollop of romance this one is for you. I can’t wait to get my hands on the other two parts.
And here is the post about the fantasy novel that never made it into book form:
I abandoned this story in 2017. Find out more here in this post from August 2017.
Her story is growing. Zara’s story. That fantasy story I wanted to write for 20 odd years. 20 odd years. How many stories could I have written if I would really have put my mind to it?
There is no point in regretting. I have done other valuable things and je ne regret rien*. It feels good though that her story grows now. I can’t remember how many versions I have started and discarded. I started longhand. Can you believe that? Maybe I was not meant to write longhand. My handwriting is a mystic thing. One of my German teachers (I am from Germany) once said I have handwriting like a doctor: No one can read it.
Not a very nice thing to say but he was a good teacher, and he gave me the basics of good English as he was my English teacher too. I’m digressing. Zara.
It started as a fantasy story but I am not sure if it might change into something borderline sci-fi. Which is cool I think. Well, to cut a long story short: Today’s poem is dedicated to Zara, the character that haunts my mind ever since she appeared in a storm swept dream some 20 odd years ago.
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