Thursday, February 03, 2011
Welcome Guest Keri Stevens
In 2008 I was taking an Oriental dance week-long intensive workshop in Manhattan. At the end of six to eight hours of sweating through Tunisian folkloric classes, I'd trudge back to my tiny hotel in Chelsea, clean up, and go play all night. By the fourth day, I was beyond exhausted, so when I looked up at a carving of the North Wind above a shop doorway, I shouldn't have been surprised that he spoke to me.
"I wonder what you've seen in the last few centuries?" I asked him . He sent me back to the hotel garden to figure it out. Notebook in hand, I sat near the small statue of the Virgin Mary and said, "I bet if you could talk, you wouldn't be nearly as placid as you look."
Delia, the heroine, speaks to statues--and they talk back. The bust of Athena (which is mounted, of course, over her chamber door) bickers with the carved Roman matron in the corner of her living room. The dancer on her store shelf gives Delia advice about her love life. The Green Man hanging on the kitchen wall thinks no man is good enough for her.
In the process of creating my secondary characters, I visited museums and graveyards and poked around in the corners of other people's homes, whispering to alabaster pigeons and heroes on horseback in the town square.
But I didn't expect the conceit of the book to spill over into my readers' daily lives. My neighbor admitted to apologizing to her St. Francis lawn statue for the small crack running through his face. Another reader e-mailed me to say she'd begun chatting with other people's funerary figures when she visits her father's grave. Someone else turned a carving on her mantel around because she felt it was staring at her. and I laughed gleefully to hear it.
A book without a reader is a diary (and even then, most diarists imagine the future reader who will find them posthumously). I write so that I may be read (and in the digital age I'm pleased to save some trees). I want my fantasies to infiltrate yours, and share the faith that no matter how weird we think we are (or how weird we are), each of us can find lifelong love.
And I, like most authors and artists of every stripe, love to hear about it when my book connects you to me.
Has a book ever moved you so much that you've changed your behavior because of it? Have you ever felt compelled to contact the author and say, "See what you've done?"
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When Delia Forrest talks to statues, they talk back. She is, after all, the last of the Steward witches.
After an arsonist torches her ancestral home with her estranged father still inside, Delia is forced to sell the estate to pay his medical bills. Her childhood crush, Grant Wolverton, makes a handsome offer for Steward House, vowing to return it to its former glory. Delia agrees, as long as he’ll allow her to oversee the restoration.
Working so closely with Grant, Delia finds it difficult to hide her unique talent—especially when their growing passion fuels her abilities.
But someone else lusts after both her man and the raw power contained in the Steward land. Soon, Delia finds herself fighting not just for Grant’s love, but for both their lives…
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