Alessandra Torre isn’t one of those authors I one-click. In fact, The Ghostwriter is only the second book of hers that I’ve read. The reason for this is that I haven’t enjoyed everything she has written—I’ve actually started and not finished two of her other books. It’s nothing against her, they just weren’t for me.
The Ghostwriter, however… HOME. RUN. One of the best books I’ve read all year.
Here’s The Synopsis:
Four years ago, I lied. I stood in front of the police, my friends and family, and made up a story, my best one yet. And all of them believed me.
I wasn’t surprised. Telling stories is what made me famous. Fifteen bestsellers. Millions of fans. Fame and fortune.
Now, I have one last story to write. It’ll be my best one yet, with a jaw-dropping twist that will leave them stunned and gasping for breath.
They say that sticks and stones will break your bones, but this story? It will be the one that kills me.
I can tell you with absolute certainty that if New York were closer, I’d have gotten my butt down to The Big Apple Author Event in NYC this past weekend. Because, I mean, look at how much fun it looked to be! Some of my favorite authors all in one place–some of whom I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting.
These 5 photos made me wish I’d gone to the event, distance and cost be darned.
1. R.S. Grey and Renee Carlino
I had the pleasure of meeting Renee last October in Phoenix, but I would have loved to have met Rachel.
As I sit down to write this week, I can’t help but notice how completely different things feel. It could have something to do with the fact that, one week into my Whole30, I’ve got more energy during the day than ever. But I’m guessing that it has more to do with the fact that on Wednesday night, four days before my deadline, I finished my Someone In The Way draft.
If you don’t know, I first had the idea to re-write Finding Lily back in March. Towards the end of April, I sat down and got to work. I struggled and struggled with re-writing that book (it was only a novella of 30k) for months and months. I even gave up at one point and started working on a new project.
But then… then I discovered this book, and I sat down and outlined that novel scene by scene. Then I got to work. A month and a half later, I have a completely new draft that is in great shape.
Finishing something that I started in April has had an incredible effect on me. I haven’t stopped smiling for days. I’m sleeping better. I don’t feel guilty every time I open up a book to read. I feel… accomplished.
And I absolutely cannot wait to share this book with the world.
How do I say anything, really, when a terrifying thing happened in town this week. You all know the story by now: a 64-year-old man hammered out two windows on the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay and opened fire into a concert crowd below. He killed almost 60 people and injured well over 500. I am so fortunate to not know anyone who was hurt, and my heart goes out to all those who have. I can’t imagine the pain they must be experiencing.
How do I say anything, really, about how much writing I got done this week, or about sneaking in a sushi dinner date with my husband, or talk about all the adorable stories my son has been telling us this week.
Fall is finally, mercifully, wiggling its way in here in Vegas. We had some beautiful days in the 70’s before the weather snuck back up a little for the past few days, but I think we’re in the clear now. I’ve had my first pumpkin spice latte of the season and I’ve even pulled out my fall candles to situate around the house. I’m ready, fall.
I’m kind of in awe that I read as much as I did in September, considering all that I had going on. I do know that there were no long periods of reading. Instead, there were stolen moments here and there.
It never fails that I feel completely out of control on Monday’s. There’s always too much to do and not enough time. But Tuesday’s… on Tuesday’s I kick ass. On Tuesday’s I work diligently, find time to write, spend time with my boys, and manage, even, to cook a mean eggplant parmesan for dinner.
Self-care matters. I never feel quite so like myself when my nails are freshly trimmed and painted black.
My son is smack in the middle of that age where they’re old enough to know when they’re doing something wrong, but not quite old enough to understand real discipline. My aunt was a grade school teacher for years, and then a principal (she is now retired) and about two weeks ago we were discussing my problems with disciplining my son. She suggested we try a rewards system. Sticker charts work for a lot of kids, but that wouldn’t allow us to take something away to discourage negative behavior. My aunt mentioned popsicle sticks in a jar.
We didn’t use popsicle sticks, but the idea is the same. When he does something positive, like eat his whole meal (this is a problem) or put away his toys, he gets a clip that he attaches to a string where he can see it. If he behaves poorly, we take a clip away. When he gets ten clips on the string, we give him a hot wheels car (only $.94 each–totally worth it).
So far it’s worked wonders. Let’s hope that continues.
The ocean is my heart. My first love. A part of who I am. That doesn’t mean I trust it. It’s too vast, too wild.
I’ve decided that I’m going to be honest and say that I struggled through this book a little–but it’s not entirely the author’s fault. For one, I just thought the characters were a little young for me. If I were ten years younger I’m sure I would have enjoyed it more. Instead, I kind of found myself breezing through it, trying not to cringe at the heroine. I did, however, enjoy reading about the hero’s struggles, which is really the only thing that saved this one for me.
Honestly, as the author’s first book, it’s a great start. As someone who just began self-publishing in the last two years, I know how hard it is. I can definitely say that I would give another book of hers a shot in the future… if the age range is a little more appropriate, that is.
I was invited somewhere recently—a big event on a holiday I’m not so much a fan of. I thought about coming up with an excuse not to go, but then I realized how silly that would be. So I told my friend the truth. I told her it’s not my kind of thing and we’d rather stay close to home and keep things simple.
My friend replied, “I knew you were going to say that.”
At first, I laughed. But then, slowly, it came to me: am I really that predictable?
I came back from Brian Head feeling like a whole new person. The time away from the city, the fresh air, the feeling that comes along with writing 10,100 words in just over two days—I can’t put a price on it. It was just what I needed.