I’m working on two really exciting projects at the moment! One is an absolutely stellar Young Adult novel with amazing potential to join the canon of classics. VERY close to publication, and I can’t wait to tell you more about it!
The other is a New Adult novel that puts an interesting (and much-needed) twist on the genre. It’s in its early stages and will make for some fun and seductive summer reading in 2017 if all goes as planned.
I had the good fortune to visit Cuba earlier this year and was dazzled by the vivacious, friendly people; the beautiful scenery; and the social and historic restoration projects under way. Below are a few photos … I hope you enjoy:
H.T. Manogue’s latest novel, Black Orchid Night, is now available! Don’t miss this intriguing narrative of one woman’s quest to link the people in her life to the very familiar — yet very different — people who appear in her active and vivid dream world!
Fiona Mistry was born into a racially mixed family in England. Although her father was from India, she had her mother’s English skin with a touch of color. Fiona discovered her ability to dream lucidly at age 18 after the death of her mother. The first dreams she vividly remembered were dreams about her orchids. But as she aged, her dreams changed.
One night while dreaming, she found herself in a bar in downtown Nashville. When she looked into the mirror behind the bar, the face looking back wasn’t her own. It was the face of an African-American woman dressed in 1940s fashion, but she knew she was looking at herself. As her dreams continue, Fiona realizes that she and the man she loves are living as African-Americans before WWII, and all the people in the bar are people she knows or had known in her waking world.
Black Orchid Night is the story of Fiona, her loves, and her dream world. She begins to ask herself questions like: Where do we go at night while dreaming? Are our dreams as real as our waking life, and when we dream, who are we? Do we see others we know in our present lives, or are there visions that seem familiar, but aren’t? Is something going on while we sleep that goes beyond random thought, and if so, what is the purpose?
Fiona slowly discovers the answers with the help of her therapist and all the people in the Black Orchid Bar.
“Mom, can I get a book and keep it?”
— A little boy, about age 4 or 5, window shopping as I exited Barnes & Noble today.
I melted into the pavement with a big “awwwww!” His pregnant mom, holding the hand of a teetering toddler, gave a bittersweet laugh and looked at the boy, then at me. “I guess he’s not used to keeping them,” she said. “He’s used to taking them back to the library.” I walked about 10 steps down the strip mall sidewalk before realizing, “You idiot! Turn around buy that kid a book! It’s your chance to do a good deed for the day and perform a random act of kindness!” I turned around, but they were gone. Hopefully, they were inside the store playing in the books, trying to decide which one to take home and keep.
Please support your local bookstores this holiday season, even if they’re big boxes. They’re playgrounds of the imagination, the territory of curious explorers of all ages. They lure us to geographies we’d otherwise never think to venture, and on journeys to places we didn’t know existed — no matter our age or our reading level. They’re a place to explore books in real time, where we don’t have to keep our eyes on a screen or click any buttons or worry about being disconnected. We can touch and smell what we want to buy, or might want to buy, or what we definitely don’t want to buy but do want to steal a peek at. We can take it home the same day – no postage involved. If we need help, we can get advice and ideas from a real person with a face. Bookstore workers tend to be actually helpful. I really don’t want to live in a world without bookstores. It would be a little like living in a world without spring. Let’s try to keep the toothpaste in the tube as long as we can!
When Regan Keeter offered me a review copy of Part 1 of his novel “Probability Chain,” I did what I usually do when I’m offered an ARC: I accepted. (I rarely turn down free books unless I know there’s no chance I’ll read them.)
I recently wrote about cliffhangers and how indie lit readers seem to have an angry mob mentality about them as a literary device, despite irrefutable evidence of cliffhangers’ recurrent success in pop culture and classics – and in multiple media: TV, film, books, video games, et al. And I expressed fear that great indie writers, their work, and our collective ability to nurture future generations of critical thinkers are threatened by the current mob-minded trendiness of attacking cliffhanger-based books.
I was especially eager to read “Probability Chain” because I was so intrigued with Keeter’s risky format for his work. “Probability Chain” is a serial novel. Basically, you buy the novel in pieces. My review copy was eight chapters and 92 pages in hard copy format. Kindle downloads are 99 cents; hard copies are priced a bit higher.
I love the way Keeter’s serial model celebrates the cliffhanger. When I finished Part 1, I was invested and ready to read Part 2 (which isn’t available yet – Part 1 was just released in September). I say, “Great! Leave me hanging!” And I mean it!
In the world of indie lit, we’re all taking chances and experimenting with what works and what doesn’t. I talked to Regan by phone, and he explained that his serial novel approach isan experiment. He’s trying to find the model that works in his own niche of indie lit. I think that’s brave and necessary. We’re all trying to find a silver bullet in this new age of indie publishing. Indie authors are pioneers! Continue reading →
It’s Banned Books Week. Check out the great post linked below by Eleventh Stack — and some of the books on the lists it links to, like those by Sherman Alexie, Lauren Myracle, John Green, Suzanne Collins, and of course, Harper Lee. Oh, and the ones in this photo too! Happy Reading!
I’m not a hard-core TV fan, but I am utterly committed to Breaking Bad. With only two episodes left, I’m torn between relief at freedom from this obsession with an impeccable series that will never have to jump the shark, and sadness at the demise of a show that so brilliantly embodies every element of great storytelling, without fail, in every single episode.
I pause here to offer a spoiler alert. (1-2-3.) End of pause.