Book review of Where the Forest Meets the Stars
I don’t do this near enough. Like Kennedy, I believe a rising tide lifts all ships. As a writer, author, and business person, I also make time to read. As a writer, you must.
As writers, we tend to fall in love with our characters. When I open a book, if I am not intrigued by the character by the end of the first chapter, I am done.
I don’t want to quote her opening lines, but I will tell you the hook was brilliant.
Three characters, all broken, needing something.
I relate to her MC, as that is much like my life.
I relate to Ersa as I have said before, I was abused as a child. Her pain and everything she was going through hit home with me.
I related to Gabriel as he, too, was abused and again messed up.
In fairness, I knew how it was going to end. As a writer, I was able to guess where everything was going to happen and when. Still, I did not want to put the book down. Even though I knew where the trouble would start, I was part of her world.
Authors, this is what we strive for. We want to bring our readers into our world with just enough information that they can paint the picture in their minds.
With everything going on today, I don’t watch TV, too damned depressing. I know we are being lied to by just about every media outlet out there. With an election, they can’t help themselves. The commercials are awful. There must be a better way.
Much like Ersa, I leave this world through my books or the stories provided by other authors.
So Glendy, thanks for the four hours of mental vacation. You had me crying, laughing, and even upset about a fictional dog.
I look forward to whatever you turn out next, and I hope you do. I need to see what an Indigo Bunting is.
Much love -TW