I got to attend the virtual Fiction, Fantasies, & Epics Book Club event yesterday evening discussing The Lost Apothecary by Sarah Penner hosted by Oxford Exchange Book Club. First off, I have to say that I had a blast. The hosts were very welcoming and started us off with an intense ice breaker question that had to do with the book. Then Sarah Penner got to join us and we were given the opportunity to listen to her answer some of the questions that we had pertaining to her book and herself as a writer. I learned A LOT. But one of the most interesting things I had learned for myself was how much editing changes can happen in the book publishing process. I have always been curious to hear at what level personally it can happen, so I was happy to get to hear an experience pertaining to that from the author. To know that an ending that the author first had in mind can completely change along with the fate of a character because an editor believes it needs to change is just so interesting to me and cool. I love that authors can get help from editors that know the industry better than they do.
Another thing that I had learned and found interesting was how different every reader is. The Lost Apothecary in my opinion attracted such a wide range of readers, which I easily saw in the book club last night. This showed me how each reader pays attention to and focuses on such different things in the novels they read. What upsets some people, others may not even care about. What intrigues some people, others may not find an interest in at all. It was so interesting to see the different levels people took the book in emotionally and also what some readers clung to from the story and what others didn’t.
I had an amazing experience. Someone brought the symbolism of a bear to the discussion and many worked together to figure out what exactly that symbolism could have meant. The hosts were kind enough to make sure that they would check in with the author about that question to give the ones who really wanted to know that contentment. We discussed easily forgotten characters, which was nice to try to figure out why they were so easily forgotten. I felt very welcomed and I loved the group. I had walked away all smiles and had felt so filled up inside that I tried to stay away from anything that could bring my mood down so I could keep that feeling into sleep. 😊
Nothing like starting the year with a good book! Hoping that every one of these finds a way into my heart and mind. I had just finished The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson which was such an eye opener to start the year. The book I am reading now also has me engrossed. This holiday season has been so good to me that I feel so blessed. There is no better gift than the teachings of life through writing. Give me many journeys to go on even if I can’t go in physical form and I’ll be your friend forever talking over the journeys with you.
My daughter is so cool. She is eight and loves many things including Legos and playing Pokémon, both table top and electronically, but she especially loves to read books. I don’t know what I am happier about, that she loves to read in generally or that her taste is absolutely fantastic. I cannot wait to see what her library looks like when she gets older. 🙂 I also cannot wait until she is old enough to read the books that I have written. I know that they will fit in perfectly with her taste. A taste that we haven’t even influenced, but that is apparently genetically in our souls. ❤
Most of these are in the order I plan to read them, but there are two other ones that are in their box set on the shelf that also belong to this stack. I am working hard between E-Learning for a Kindergartener and a 2nd Grader, entertaining and giving the necessary love and attention to our two year old, taking the girls to their three sports throughout the week, all the holiday family things we do, and the work I make sure I put in everyday to my career to decrease the pile, but of course the urge and need for more books always comes calling. Hahaha. I’ve already ran out of room on our shelves, made more room, and now am about to run out again, and personally I can’t wait until I do. Maybe I can convince the husband to buy me another shelf. 😀
Parade me books so that I may understand all the pain that the world can hold and all the struggles that suffocate a human life. Don’t let me die naive to the agonies of existence. Don’t let me pass without living each and every way in between the black ink of every story.
The ink circulates words like magick making them visible from my hand. The notebook now full, I lift the tome heavy with ink flowing through it word for word like blood flows through me. The volume recognizes a piece of myself transfered letter by letter. I smile at the magick as I tuck it away.