Hi Hank, I want to introduce you to my debut novel "A Circle of souls" which is a murder, mystery, psychological thriller and a tale of justice and hope. Do visit www.acircleofsouls.com to read more about the book. Make sure you sign up to win an autographed copy of the book. You can also read more reviews by clicking on the More Reviews button at the website. Thanks for your time in advance.
Early Endorsements for “A Circle of Souls”
Linda Fairstein, NYT Bestselling Author: "A fascinating debut - this novel takes the reader to the darkest places in the human soul, from a writer with the authenticity to lead us there. A stunning thriller and an important read."
Judge Judy Sheindlin, star of the Judge Judy Show: "The seminal work of this fine author kept me glued to my chair until the adventure was over and the mystery solved. A great read!"
The sleepy town of Newbury, Connecticut, is shocked when a little girl is found brutally murdered. The town s top detective, perplexed by a complete lack of leads, calls in FBI agent Leia Bines, an expert in cases involving children.
Meanwhile, Dr. Peter Gram, a psychiatrist at Newbury s hospital, searches desperately for the cause of seven-year-old Naya Hastings devastating nightmares. Afraid that she might hurt herself in the midst of a torturous episode, Naya s parents have turned to the bright young doctor as their only hope.
The situations confronting Leia and Peter converge when Naya begins drawing chilling images of murder after being bombarded by the disturbing images in her dreams. Amazingly, her sketches are the only clues to the crime that has panicked Newbury residents. Against her better judgment, Leia explores the clues in Naya s crude drawings, only to set off an alarming chain of events.
In this stunning psychological thriller, innocence gives way to evil, and trust lies forgotten in a web of deceit, fear, and murder.
Do yourself a favor and do the Mohawk trail from Greenfield to Williams College in autumn, preferrably the third week of October. No need to add more than your own sensory appartus. The sensation of sights, sensations and feelings is transforming. From one who's done it to one who migt consider it, the experience will transform your sense of the word privacy, and, oddly, make you feel both more connected to the physical world and less connected to those who haven't shared this unique experience.
I feel like a fish out of water--or at least very much beyond my depth. I have been reading comments from "published writers," some with very long lists while I was just a high school teacher and a librarian (circulation clerk, actually) for many years. I write mostly for my own pleasure and have never attempted to write a novel. I do write letters to newspaper editors when I find a subject about which I feel passionate, but then I think that I should have some hope that maybe there are former students out there who are published writers because I may have inspired them. I hope so.
I found this site via my membership in BookCrossing.com because of a published writer's mystry books that I discovered and purchased.
I am way down on the learning curve where writing is concerned, but I am a true book lover who enjoys learning from authors, and crimespace seems the perfect place to learn.
Finally, Hank, who named you in the first place? I just had to ask. A nom de plume, perhaps?
Thanks for the reply :o) I just wish I had more time to spend here...much more interesting than my day-job!
Have you ever considered coming to Love Is Murder? I know it's Super Bowl weekend, but it's a good time with great people!
Thanks seems appropriate, esp for Boston Prop-ah, but these days manners risk seeming like an endangered species. Dinasour behavior, relics of a bygone era.
My bro Bruce is a terrible RedSoxs fan to the extent of decorating his NC law office with Ted Williams posters and RS memorabilia, although, God Bless him, his own office is Deerfield green. Incidentally, I've got a family connection to Larry Luchino, so if you evah need tickets to Fenway...
And DC brings Potomac fever. A former fraternity brother of mine has a bad case and gone off the deep end with the current administration. Maybe I'm to blame. During hell week at Cornell I told him to stop crying and start doing pushups.
His name is Steve Hadley, National Security Advisor and in discussions with Seymour Hersch, seems to be one of those very scary true believers. Nevermind, in a current novel in progress about Katrina (helped by another Deerfielder, ed-in-chief of Times-Picayune Jed Horne), I get my hell week hooks into him again. Unluckily he has recruited others in his class to DHS, Homeland Security. Which is why I feel so insecure. The only consolation is that another in his pledge class, Ron Nehring, is now the only nonMormon on Utah's Supreme Court. Maybe there's a God after all. If so, she's laughing her divine ass off.
I'll start honestly on Little Gods. As the editor in chief of Publishers Weekly said in the 2006 annual convention of WIW, Washington Independent Writers, she doesn't foresee the death of books for 'at least eight years,' this said glibly, then offered as evidence the 60,000 books now cranked out of all presses, legit and vanity. My sense is that someone, maybe at NRDC, should get veto rights on some of the stuff out there, since the trees have no other defenders. Or, the Chinese tell us, we could use rice paper. Just what we need, more business for the Chinese. I already feel as if half of my fears have been outsourced to Beijing.
On the book. Good critically. Now with Mark Minor at Paramount looking for a film. Sales modest but spreading via blurbs and word of mouth to the UK, New Zealand, Italy, France, Germany, India and Sweden.
FYI: What is a synopsis? A vehicle that, by increasing brevity, depletes a story of all its art and nuance. Imagine pitching Hamlet. "It's the story of a young prince who wants to avenge the murder of his father." And the editor responds: "Now overstocked on 'young-prince' material, which is anyway no longer hot. And hasn't this been done before, I seem to remember. My advice, try something fresher.'
And so goes our business. Don't I recall some very good woman novelist lamenting somewhere that the better her reviews became, the fewer copies she sold, and feared that the bean-counters would put her out on the street?
Too much, maybe, for one sitting. Get up, walk around, stretch your legs and maybe laugh to keep from cryiing. We also serve who fashion language. Given its current showing in most cases, it needs it.
Boston connections. A brother born there, terrible Red Sox fan, he. Good friends in the area. Editor in Chief of the Globe a grad of Deerfield, like me. Last novel, a prep school murder, set in the Berkshires.
Don't be a stranger. Or perhaps I should say, in deference to Boston, don't be a strangler.