I was honoured to discover this blog post written by an established author and editor who had read my novel. Honoured as well for it to be compared to the charm of Anne of Green Gables. For an American comparison, I am hoping readers will hold the story close to their hearts along with To Kill a Mockingbird and Fried Green Tomatoes (the movie)
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Group of children sitting on the grass reading...

Sometimes you find a novel (like The Year of the Rabbit by Flo Lyon which I’ve just finished reading) so  satisfying and gripping it makes you laugh and cry. You want to tell the story over and over again. You adopt, lend and share the book with others.

Why did it affect you and me that way? How did the writer ensnare you and make you care so much by using only words?

Colm Toibin gives some clues in an article he wrote in the New YorkSunday Times entitled What Is Real Is Imagined and I’ve added my two bits’ worth:

1. Source: The novel-writer is communicating from nervous system to nervous system, not just from brain to brain.

2. A Shape takes possession of the author‘s mind; it is the god-given shape of any good story. As a human being, you (the reader) instinctively know what this…

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About shewrite63

I am Theresa. I am a Mother and intermittent writer. I published a bittersweet novel under the pen name of Florence T Lyon. I am also a real life survivor, cynic and IT support worker trying to keep up with technological changes. Can't eke a living off of my writing skills - yet!
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