Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Re-reading books: Visiting our old friends.

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I admit it, I am a re-reader!  There I said it.  I love to read a book for a second or even third time (yes if it is a fabulous story I will even venture into the story for a fifth or even sixth time.)  I was asked, why would you read the same book another time when there are so many other great books to read. That got me thinking... Why do I re-read a book?

A few days ago I was chatting with my mom (Hi mom!) about what else.. BOOKS.. and she asked me if I remembered what book I read all the time when I was a teenager.  Now many of my friends were busy reading things like Sweet Valley High or Flowers in the Attic, while I read those books, they did not draw me in like Marion Zimmer Bradley's  The Mist of Avalon. This book opened my eyes to the beauty of a wonderfully woven tale.

I went back years later and discovered one of Bradley's gifts is in crafting beautiful scenes, with concrete detail.  A true artist with her words I was hooked on the images I was able to create in a world that I had never before seen.  It was this book that opened my eyes to venture out into other fantasy books.


About the the third of fourth reading of The Mists of Avalon I went on a trip.  I don't remember where but like all book worms I decided to grab a new book.  I went to the book store (yes people purchased book in places like this and they were not directly delivered to your doorstep-- weird right?)  and decided, to try a new author (new to me anyway), his name, Piers Anthony.  I picked up Ogre Ogre unaware that is out of order (it is the fifth book in the trilogy (ha-ha Xanth readers you know what I mean).
I was HOOKED.  I remember I devoured that book.  I could not put it down, the puns the vivid imagery.  It was fabulous, and when I flipped to the front cover I discovered joy!  He had more!  Before I headed back home I stopped in at the book store and blew every penny I had on all the books I could get in the series.  I plowed through them and waited for the next hard bound edition of his continuing tale to be published.  I even wrote him once and told him I wanted to be a writer just like him.  I remember how sad I was when I finished one of his books.  I just sat there in recovery knowing the story had to wait for several months to continue.
   

 I again began re-reading--(why it took so long I do not know-- a little to excited to get to the next that I missed the chance to return to the world of Xanth through stories I already knew.)  
When I began reading the Xanth novels for a second time I realized something. I missed great details that helped clear up some questions that were unanswered for me.  It was this re-read that taught me to not be in such a hurry when I read, to linger and enjoy the story.

I suppose why I am sharing all this is because I wanted to answer the question for myself.  Here is what I have learned from the long list of re-read books (and of course Harry Potter is among that list.)  I think re-reading books has a lot to do with memorable characters.  

I missed my friends in Xanth -- and I longed to revisit the strong women that dared to be powerful in the Mist of Avalon.  They held a piece of me with them, a desire for adventure and self reliance.  I longed to be brave and strong.  The characters allowed me to be all these things and more. To discover the young woman I was becoming.  I was never really into romance novels-- though I have read some that are stunning and very engaging.  It's not that I don't like them, but the romantic thing just isnt' me.  I am more the adventurer at heart.  I think as we watch our children grow if we pay attention to the books they long to read, we will get a glimpse into their very hearts.  I know that my best friends were always among the pages of a book.

Read along with me.
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Recently I have been searching for a new book to read. Stalled on a few starts -- so I think I am returning to my old friends.  It has been TWENTY years since I have read the Xanth novels... but it is time to go back-- and see my friends again.

So let the reading begin-- at the beginning...

Tell me about your favorite book as a kid.  I am interested, maybe I can pick it up and enjoy it too!  

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thinner

OKAY Friends
I wrote a short story and would love your input. I plan to enter it into a contest. This is the first of my own work I have shared on this blog.

“Thinner”
By Erika Hayes

     The restaurant was buzzing with activity. Reese Waller found a strange comfort in the white noise. This was how she worked. The busyness allowed her to focus on the task at hand. Wrapping a clean napkin around her iced tea, she put the familiar green straw to her lips and took in the much needed caffeine. Sitting at her favorite booth, she prayed for the words to come.  But her slender fingers remained idle. The cursor on her computer screen was stuck. “This article isn’t gonna write itself,” she mumbled softly. She moved her hand across her forehead, leaned her head back. Sighed deeply and closed her soft brown eyes.  
A crash in the kitchen gave her a shock and the adrenaline pumped as she instinctively lifted her hands over her chest and face.  Looking around for the source of the sound, she caught the glimpse of an inexplicable shadow move across the floor. The hair on her arm stood rigid. A shiver slithered down her spine.  Reese moved her hands over her bare arms rapidly in an attempt to tame the chill that was spreading.
“What the hell was that?”
“Oh, new guy in the kitchen.” Reese’s server and best friend Danika Mitchell perky voice chimed as she walked past carrying a full tray of meals to deliver. Danika paused, turned and added, “He’s kind of a butterfingers, but cute as hell.” Lifting her brows she smiled at her friend “And that’s always a bonus.” 
“No—not the glass, the…the—did you see that…”  Shaking her head, Reese paused and considered her words “Never mind, I just thought I saw something.”
“You want more tea?”
“No, thanks.” Reese looked back to her keyboard, “Oh but hey, if you have an idea how to write this article, I will take one of those.”
“Nope. All out of those, we 86ed ‘em just before you got here.” Both girls laughed as Danika walked way.
Reese’s eyes followed her short spunky friend as she moved with ease to a table to take their order.  Reese noticed the teenaged girl at the table was not smiling along with her family. She sat very still twisting her fine dull brown hair. Then she flashed a quick false smile as Danika placed the small salad on the table in front of her.
 Reese turned her attention to her computer again. She absent-mindedly massaged her shoulder. The cursor mocked her, unmoving blinking in anticipation of inspiration.  She Picked up her iced tea, she gave herself a feeble internal pep talk. I know I can do this.   She tapped her fingers on the table. She stared at the empty booth in front of her.  She shuffled the “Starve Fat Cells Diet” research that presented an adequate distraction.  Damnit, I’m never gonna make my deadline—I just can’t think straight. Reese thought and resolved that writing in the restaurant tonight was futile.  She reached for her blue ombrҐ computer bag and began packing up. 
Danika plopped into the vacant seat, her long blonde ponytail still swinging. “You heading home?”
“Yeah, I’m never gonna get this artic--” A shock of terror moved across her face. The shadow she had seen before paused in the doorway then slithered across the room. Reese tracked the movement, “What the…” her voice was hoarse and her eyes transfixed.
“Reesie—you okay?”
Reese sat frozen.  Her focus was on the table with the young teen picking slowly around her salad.
“Reese, Reese what’s up?” Danika craned her neck to scan the room and try to pinpoint what had captured her friends’ attention. “What are you looking at?”
A small gasp escaped from Reese when for a moment the grey shadow took form above the girl and then disappeared. Looking back and forth from Danika’s round questioning blue eyes to the place where the creature had appeared, “I, uh, Danika did you see that?”
Dumbfounded, Danika searched again, “What? See what?” Her brows knit together. She reached across the table and took her friends frail hand, “Reesie, you okay?”
 Reese blinked her eyes and  looked to her friend. “Uh, yeah I think my imagination is in full gear,” she laughed and lifted her tea and swirled it around. She titled her glass in Danika’s direction. “Maybe a little too much caffeine.”
Danika raised her eyebrows and nodded, “Yeah that must be it.” 
Reese shook her head and shifted in the booth. Then she scanned the restaurant from wall to wall. “I changed my mind.” A small bead of sweat trickled down her back. “I think I will stay here—if you don’t need the table.” She drew her eyes to meet Danika’s “What time are you off work?”
“I still got a couple hours. Why don’t I get you something to eat? It’s on the house.”
“No, I’m not hungry.”
“Reese, you’re never hungry. When did you eat last?” Danika tossed a crayon-covered menu on the table “I think you are starting to hallucinate.”
“Dan-Dan, we are not going here again. I just need to drop a little weight before my sister’s wedding.”
“I hate that you do this.” Danika let out a deep sigh “Just frickin’ eat. Okay!”
“Shut-up, MOM!” Reese knew how to stop Danika from nagging her. “I had this delicious passion fruit iced-tea for dinner.”
“Yeah, whatever—but did you put sugar in it or that stupid pink crap?”
“Don’t you have a table to wipe down somewhere?”
Danika drew her hands to her chest put an exaggerated look on her face. “Bitch.” Then she smiled, turned and bounced away.
“Right back at ya!” Reese paused until Danika was several steps away and called out, “LOVE YOU!”
Reese glanced over the room again. She felt her heart pushing against her chest when she spotted the young teen pushing the lettuce around her plate. The girl tugged at the bottom of her lip then slowly lifted a small piece of the lettuce to her mouth and paused. The shadow materialized again just above the girl. Reese threw her hands over her mouth to muffle a scream as the beast loomed over the young thin girl.  The long dark hollow-faced creature turned its crimson red eyes on Reese and revealed several inches of fangs oozing with black fluid.  The thick liquid oozed through the fangs over fat lips and fell on the table near the  girl’s small house salad.  The monster hissed at Reese, and flicked its serpentine black tongue. Then it returned its attention to the young girl.
As the teen’s fork came to her mouth, a drop of ooze fell from the mouth of the beast onto the fork.  The girl’s nose crinkled and she contorted her face in disgust after she forced the small tainted lettuce into her mouth. She pulled her head back and returned her fork to her plate as she choked down her food. A hideous guttural laugh echoed. Reese’s eyes darted all over the restaurant checking the faces of each patron. What the hell is wrong with me? Why did she eat that? Can’t she see it’s covered with something? Am I the only person that sees what the hell is happening?   Evident that no one else had heard the laughter nor seen the hideous creature, Reese bit her lower lip and looked down at her shaking hands.
“What’s up with you tonight?” Danika’s voice pulled Reese back into reality “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
“Uh—I,” color slowly returned to her cheeks “I’m imagining things again, I guess.  You know how it is for us writers.” She flashed a quick smile and looked back to her keyboard. “We start thinking and the next thing you know we…” she swallowed, “we get lost in our own little world.”
“Okay if you say so. You sure I can’t interest you in a salad or some—“
“Oh god NO!” She frowned, “I do not want a salad.”
“Okay, Okay calm yourself.” Donning a sarcastic smile, “Don’t you have a deadline to meet?”
“Bitch.”
“Right back attcha, baby.” As she walked away Danika reached behind her back and flipped her best friend a single digit “I love you too!”  Reese could see Danika laugh as she smiled and introduced herself to the newly seated customers.
Reese reached into her handbag and took out a pair of electric blue headphones. After she plugged the metal into her computer, Reese lowered her head, flipped her thin dull brown hair, and placed the ear bud into her ear. NOW Focus she commanded herself.
Resolved that her hunger pangs were what had caused her to imagine things she tried to focus on her article.   She reread what she had.  All she had managed to assemble was a completely incoherent jumble of words. She rapidly pressed the delete button and watched as the letters disappeared rapidly backwards. When she reached for her almost empty glass, her stomach growled. “Damn, size zero.” Reese muttered as she recalled the phone call with the dress shop, “Why the hell didn’t I tell her I was a size two?”
 Danika slid a plate with several saltines onto the table. “Just humor me.”
“Whatever, you’re a real nag you know it!” Reese shoved a cracker into her mouth as her friend watched. A look of disgust crossed her face, “Oh god, these are gross!” She spit the partially chewed cracker into a clean white napkin, “What the hell did you put on these things?”
Danika reached down, broke a piece of one of the crackers off and popped it into her mouth, “Mmm, they are fine.” She ate the remaining piece of the cracker and slid into the booth opposite her friend “Seriously, when did you eat last?  I think your taste buds are broken from lack of use.” 
“I’m fine Dan-Dan” she lied “I ate earlier today. I just gotta drop a few more pounds.”
“Girl you have been saying that for fifteen years.” Shaking her head, Danika stood “You are too skinny already.” Danika reached down and patted Reese’s flat midsection “Damn there is like zero fat there girl. EAT already.”
Reese gawked at her friend, her cheeks burned.  “What the hell is wrong with you?” her voice broke. Quickly she gathered herself and nervously checked the other patrons had seen what her friend had done. Trying to alter her voice she joked, “Don’t ever grab my fat like that again, jerk.”
“Okay, okay sorry.” Danika lifted her hands in surrender. “Take it easy skinny Minnie. But as soon as this stupid wedding is over I am taking you out for a steak dinner and you’re going to eat it all. Got it?”
Reese fought the gag reflex at the thought of eating a steak. “Anything to get you off my back.”  
“Your bony back.” Danika’s voice softened with concern. “Reesie, you have lost too much weight, you really are starting…,” Danika sighed and swatted at an invisible pest. “You are starting to worry me is all. I think maybe, never mind, just promise me you will eat something.”
“I told you, I had something earlier. I’m fine. I know what I’m doing.” Her eyes swept the room again as she checked for the shadow, “It’s research.”   
Danika shook her head. “Yeah, research for what?” She wrapped her arms around herself. “How to starve to death?”  She sighed heavily. “A by-line isn’t worth it. I don’t care if it is a national magazine.”  Danika rolled her eyes, pushed the plate of crackers at her friend, and walked away from the table.
 Reese looked at the crackers and felt her stomach pull. Her mouth watered unmercifully as she considered eating one of the crackers.  Oh, one won’t kill me. She shoved a cracker into her mouth.  A vulgar metallic taste assaulted her tongue. Her eyes widened as she looked down and black ooze had puddled near the napkin.  Pulling the cracker from her mouth, she tossed the remaining piece onto the plate and watched in horror as the ink-colored fluid pooled on the plate.
 An eerie hiss cut through the white noise that had minutes before been her comfort.  Spitting and coughing, Reese desperately searched the room for any indication that someone else heard or saw what she was seeing. Cupping her elbows tight in her hands, she retreated into herself. The skin on her arms pricked at the sense of something unnatural passed through her.
The muscles in Reese’s back gripped her spine. Closing her eyes, she attempted to calm her rapid breathing. She inhaled deeply and held her breath, then slowly released as a quiver of icy fear ran through her. The presence of her oppressor materialized above her. Oh, God what is happening to me?   
“You know me Reese.” Its familiar cruel voice licked her ear. Cold hard talons gripped her shoulders as Reese clung tighter to her midsection. Unable to speak she sat rigid. The creature’s shrill evil laugh encased her. “You and I have work to do.” It hissed.
 Reese shuddered and pushed away the plate of crackers.
Her shoulders sagged. She couldn’t resist the creatures hold.  Reese set her hands on the keyboard. Fingers shaking, she and tapped out the whispered lies the creature spoke,
“Thin is In: Drop Ten Pounds in Ten Days.”

          By: Reese Waller  

Friday, April 4, 2014

Children's Lit, Who knew

My EDU class has had several great assignments this term.  I think the last three have been my favorites. Perhaps because the books are more the middle school level.  I mean that in a positive way.  I love children's books.  I just enjoy reading books with more depth.

First  I read a biography of Will Smith which was awesome. If you know any kids looking to do a book report  his life story is inspiring and interesting. The name of the book was Will Smith : A biography of a rapper turned movie star.  There was only a few places that I was disappointed by the author's bias peeking through but I got over it.  I was offended once, but again, I am not the target audience.

Then I read Patrica Clapp: Jane Emily and Witches Children for our historical novel.  I only read  Witches Children, but plan to return and read Jane Emily. This story took place during the Salem witch trials and had a very interesting perspective.  Great book to introduce the 1620's Puritan culture.  


The Friends was this week's assignment. This is a multi-cultural novel which was translated to English in 1997.  The story takes place in Japan and because it was written by a Japanese author for a Japanese audience, one really gets a sense of the culture.  It is interesting to see how the Japanese boys in this book are so like every little American kid in some ways but in others they are completely different.  I mean could you imagine, telling your sixth grader that they need to go to "cram school"?  This is not even up for discussion, it is what they do!  Every day after school they went to "cram school" to study and prepare (wait for it) to take admissions test into JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL!  It also opens up the beauty of the Japanese culture.  This is a coming of age story, that everyone can relate to, but seen through a different cultures point of view.  It also tackles the often uncomfortable notion of death.  I would recommend this book, but beware, it is translated, thus there are English errors.  The errors are often in dialogue and only makes the setting easier for a student to relate.

Okay with all that said and done, I wanted to say "Thank you" to my EDU professor (Renee Barstack)  for her intelligent and thought-provoking assignments.

Keep reading
Erika
 

Monday, March 31, 2014

Stephen King-- On Writing

 I have a lot of books on the craft of writing. Why?  My previous rant about reviewers saying that they didn't learn anything or that the book was full of quotes/self promoting authors really was meant to challenge writers to seek to learn from everyone.

 I then started reading Stephen King's memoir on the craft of writing. (Stephen King - On Writing. A memoir of the Craft.) He immediately states that many books on the craft are B.S. (his words not mine.) I took a moment to reflect.

I still stand firmly that we all have something to gain from reading books and articles on our craft.  You never know where inspiration my hit.  I took a moment to examine the idea that a lot of books on the craft are not substantial. I decided that for a seasoned, successful writer such as King that may be true.  For a writer that is still learning it is not.  I know I have a long way to go and every bit of constructive criticism and every ounce of suggestion to improve my writing is welcome.  I know every industry is littered with competition.  It seems everyone I meet wants to or is striving to become the next Stephen King or J.K. Rowling. The truth is there are lots of talented people out there, with potential and they just need to foster their skills.  I like to think one day I will be able to say my book was good enough to print.  I may reach that goal but I can say this, a part of being good at anything means you are capable of accepting that there are always those that are better than you-- and more importantly, you can learn from everyone.

For many years I taught art classes, I was the "expert" in the room.  I remember the moment in my arrogance I made a statement and one of my student (new to the craft) pointed out another possible solution.  It was an easier way, it made sense, I was humbled.  I have never forgotten that day, that moment when I realized "Yup you may be the expert, but you still have a lot to learn."

There is a lot of great advice and ideas in craft books. They help to gain confidence. They point out thing that we love about the stories we read as a "technique".  They help us grow as writers.

I love King's book -- honestly it has left me laughing out loud a few times. He really is a very humorous man. I unfortunately am not a fan of the horror genera. I have not read many of his books--because the scare me.  I don't like to be scared.  I am however aware that he has a great deal of knowledge in my craft and I could gain greatly from reading his book, so I am.

Take every book you read, on the craft, novel, short story and poem and turn it into a lesson. Absorb what you love and take note of what you don't.  The stuff you don't  like is often something that you can learn from. Ask yourself, why don't I like this?  Break it down and make it something you can learn from.

I do love this quote from Mr. King. It inspired me to take the first step, and tap out the first pages of my own story.


 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Reviewing Reviews.


I have been reviewing some books over at Good Reads.  I spent a lot of time reading the reviews (by other readers) on a book by James Scott Bell called Plot and Structure.  You can get the book through Writer's Digest, in Book Stores or like everyone else in the world, order it on Amazon.

 I recently completed this book and was adding a review when I noticed a string of reviews that were in my opinion harsh and in some ways unwarranted.

When I ordered the book I had just finished reading an excellent book called " The Story Within" By:Laura Oliver.  Which I had also read several reviews.

What do both of these book have in common?  They are books written on the craft of writing.  I find book like these and several others to be inspiring and fun to read. I love reading about something that I love to do, write.

What I discovered while reviewing the reviews horrified me, writers are really hard on each other. Many of the reviews were from fellow craftspersons that seemed to be  looking to find the magic formula to success. (I believe the formula only exist in the form of lots of hard work.) I was heart-broken when I read a few reviews that bashed the authors and said they did not bring anything new to the reader. Must be nice to know everything about writing--you are telling me that you did not get inspired, nor find one thing that you said if even only to yourself  "Ahh that is a great idea."  HA!  I say poppy-cock!   If this is truly the case it may behoove you dear reader to reexamine the book, or for the benefit of all us others --write a book and enlighten us.

Here is my plea.  Writers, craftsmen and women, story tellers please lighten up.  I was deeply disheartened that some of my fellow writers felt they were entitled to tear apart another's work, simply because they felt the book didn't tailor to their needs.

The excellent writer is humble enough to recognize that (s)he can learn from every book on the craft.  Not one of these books said their preferred method of writing was the only way. In fact, I believe both of them clearly and repetitively stated that the ideas were just that, ideas and method that may work to increase or improve ones writing.  They simply presented ideas and ways to better ones skills.

Take this thought, do with it as you please but humble yourself seek out tidbits to make your writing stronger, not chunks to tear apart a fellow artist.  I implore you all to learn from each other and unless your name is Stephen King, J. K. Rowling, JD Robb (Nora Roberts) or some other amazing craftsperson that I don't have the time nor space to list take a self-evaluation, learn to learn, uplift each other. Be proud of your craft and confident in yourself to know you still got a lot to learn baby.  In fact, I would bet that the previously mentioned authors would agree they too are always learning from their peers.  

Just a thought for the day.  Now I'm going to go write!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Baffled...

Baffled and Other Stories
By: Gary Lawrence
My online professor this semester is the person that introduced me to the mantra I have adopted.


  "Write like a reader. Read like a writer." -- Gary Lawrence


   I was so impressed with this simple mantra that I pasted it to my computer to remind me to do just those things.
    After a few days of mulling it over, I decided I really wanted to meet him face to face.  I sent an email requesting a meeting. I also learned looking over his blog that he has a book published as well.  I asked if he would sell me a copy of his book, and when we met if I could pick it up.  He of course obliged and was kind enough to even sign it!


Baffled and Other Stories
 By: Gary Lawrence


I believe one can learn a lot from meeting a writer, but even more from reading his or her work.  My motive was to learn more about my professor through his writing and thus far I have been pleasantly rewarded with well-written interesting material. While I have just begun the adventure that is "Baffled and Other Stories" I can say the first of the collection is very entertaining.


I am excited to be able to give a full review of the stories.  For now I can tell you about Baffled the opening story in his book:
The stories I have completed are very well written and engaging.  I have seen the world he is creating and that is vital to a good story !  The details are clear and inviting. I love his right to the action approach. The story I first read was Baffled, it transported me to a scene that left me wondering what would I have done in that situation, very intriguing and I too would have been baffled if I were the main character or his love interest on how I would have handled the end.  What I love about Mr. Lawrence's writing is that I felt like I was there, I felt my blood pressure elevate I wanted to stand up and scream at the man before me in the scene.  That makes for good reading!


Additionally one of his stories Trinity - You Just Had To Do It (1963) that is part of this collection was also picked up for publication by Four Chambers: The Heart of Literature in Phoenix, Arizona.  I did of course read this story as well and found it to be enchanting. Again very well written and I truly felt a connection to the story.
I will have more on this collection as I get more read.  I do still have to do my assignments for my classes and work - I am however squeezing in as much time as I can on this great collection!

You can purchase his book right HERE

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Inaugural Post. A review of Alligiant by Veronica Roth

It has been suggest that I begin a blog dedicated to the world of writing.   I plan to review many of the books I have recently read in addition to sharing some of the interesting things I learn from these books.  I will include items on the craft of writing and perhaps a small glimpse into my own portfolio.


Photo from Amazon.com

Lets begin with the most recent book I read. Allegiant by Veronica Roth.   I would like to begin with a disclaimer.  I truly enjoyed the two previous books in this trilogy.  However, this final book fell a little flat for me.  I still enjoyed reading it, but I did not really feel the end of the story was very well constructed. With the movie Divergent coming to theaters soon I am sure there was a push for this amazing author to get her final book into print.

I will not ruin the story, in fact, I would encourage you to read the entire series as the concept is fresh and interesting.  I will warn you however, just like Suzanne Collins Hunger Game trilogy, the final story does leave a little to be desired. BUT the joy for both of these books is in the journey.  Enjoy the well crafted stories both of these women have created.

CRAFT TALK:  One of the things that I found difficult, in final book ,Allegiant was the POV (Point of View).  Roth took a dual first person POV and it became tedious at times for me to remember which character's voice was being used.  Because Tris and Tobias are intricately involved on the same "side" and often speak of or to the same characters. The reader may find this confusing.  Flipping to the front of a chapter to remind myself of the character that is speaking became a break that was very unwanted.

  I don't know why Roth chose to go between the to characters but I would not recommend this styling when both of the characters often speak with or interact with the same personalities in the story.  It caused confusion and caused me to "leave" the story several times.

NO SPOILERS The end of this book, after the big semi (not really) surprise, drug on forever. I recall specifically looking at the number of pages left and thought to myself what else is coming.  I was on the look out for something surprising and it never came. I think this is why there are many others reviewing the book and giving it poor rating.  I think the Divergent fans expected more, and it was not delivered .I don't think many of them are deserved, I think the writing was SOLID but the end needed more time to craft and  I wonder if Ms. Roth's editor was barking at her to finish regardless of the protest that she needed more time.

OVERALL, I think the movie coming out pushed this final book to be completed and harmed the integrity of the story. I do however, look forward to seeing more work from Ms. Roth.