Picture a small town girl, 13 people in her eighth grade class, tried everything she could not to go to gangland public high. Luckily, she managed to slide into a private prep school (and while there was a scholarship, we aren't going to talk about what the parentals had to do to afford it, not to mention make the drive every morning). So, there I was in Freshman English class and this adorable sweet-tempered other-worldly young lady and I start gravitating towards each other. However, it wasn't until after class, at lunch, that Tamora Pierce came up in conversation.
Turns out we were both rabid fans. No, really. And then, as you do with books, we started sharing the other ones we really loved, and she told me ones I should read, and I told her ones she should read. And by the end of that lunch, we were rabid friends. And that, as they say, was that.
Going on almost 20 years now, Phran and I have played writer's hopscotch with each other. She got her first short story published in MZB's Sword & Sorceress when we were 15. Took me 3 years to catch up. She dragged me to my first science fiction convention (BayCon '95). Significant others have come and gone, but it's Phran and I who go to book parties together, who make the trek to WorldCon, and who, more often than not, are each others plus one. She's my favorite traveling companion (which is saying a lot for an archaeologist, we travel all the time). She's gone on to work for Locus and I've gone on to write books. Throughout it all, Phran has read my scribbles. In fact, she's reading the third book in the Parasol Protectorate series right now.
Not only that, it was through Phran I met the Iz, who is my most vicious red penner (believe me, I need it) and with whom I have gotten up to more trouble than I care to admit. And through Iz I met Sarah and through Sarah I met Willow and Rachel and . . .
It's these friends who turned up at my reading last Sunday, and these friends who'll be cooking, and cleaning, and decorating for my book launch party. Some people are defined by their family, or their partnership, or their children ~ I'm defined by my friends. I moved back to California because of them. When something wonderful happens, I call them. When I sold Soulless: Phran screamed, Iz said "well, of course," and Willow cried.
And all of it started because of Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness Quartet.
So that's how a book changed my life.
Please don't forget my big fat contest this week for lots of cool stuff. (You know that Rachel I mentioned above? She made the pins). Hope you participate.
Gail's Daily Dose
Your Infusion of Cute:
Your Tisane of Smart:
Maya calendar app.
Your Writerly Tinctures:
What Do Publishers Bring to the Table when you are a debut author.
CAKE in Space: Back from agent, but now I don't have time for it.
So very perfectly on point, Reflection's Edge totally gets it! Soulless is fluff of the highest order, with the sole mission of being fun. Reading this book will impress no one, but all of your friends will ask to borrow it. It’s a welcome addition to the lighter side of dark fantasy, and one which feels as though it’s been there all along.
SPOILER ALERT! Amazon has posted Changeless cover along with blurb. Blurb gives bits of Soulless away so don't read if you haven't read the first book!
Blameless: Now with third beta.
Quote of the Day:
"The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it."
~ James Bryce