I absolutely loved The Honeybee Emeralds! Not only have I recommended it to friends, my copy enjoys a place of prominence – displayed face forward, next to my own début novel, A Life of Bliss – on my living room bookshelf. It's an enthralling read, and I recommend it without reservation. Congratulations on your new book, Amy. I will be out of the country when you launch it, but rest assured, I will seek it out upon my return.
I remember that "drafty, creaky farm house that was mostly insulated by Victorian broadsheets and mouse turds" with greater fondness than I can express, not to mention the people in it. As for the mouse turds, I thought they were mustard and I now regret chowing down those h'all dress' 'ot-dogs during my memorable (for me éniwé) visits there.
Nice newsletter, Amy. I suppose it is more healing to bawl your eyes out at a performance of 'Les Misérables' then doing the same thing upon watching or hearing or reading the daily news. One is cathartic; the other is just plain terrifying. Be well! May all the delectabilities (is there such a word?) of the winter solstice bestow themselves upon you and yours during the weeks to come.
I definitely want to enter the contest for a copy of Honour The Dead. ( I know, I know…some people spell ‘honour’ differently. I was just feeling frisky) And…I need some further instructions on how to sign up for Snowdrop Kisses. I followed your directions and became lost.
After years of silence and intending to reach out, I reappear to make a comment on your blog. Your piece about hope really spoke to me. My tendency to aim for low expectations became even stronger during the pandemic. I was really blown away - like you- about the joy I am denying myself. And also, low expectations becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. And I don’t even put myself out there for job promotions, success at work, or personal joys as I tell myself it won’t work out anyway so why bother. Thank you for opening my eyes. Very, very useful.
I absolutely loved The Honeybee Emeralds! Not only have I recommended it to friends, my copy enjoys a place of prominence – displayed face forward, next to my own début novel, A Life of Bliss – on my living room bookshelf. It's an enthralling read, and I recommend it without reservation. Congratulations on your new book, Amy. I will be out of the country when you launch it, but rest assured, I will seek it out upon my return.
Thanks, Don! Enjoy your trip!
I remember that "drafty, creaky farm house that was mostly insulated by Victorian broadsheets and mouse turds" with greater fondness than I can express, not to mention the people in it. As for the mouse turds, I thought they were mustard and I now regret chowing down those h'all dress' 'ot-dogs during my memorable (for me éniwé) visits there.
Nice newsletter, Amy. I suppose it is more healing to bawl your eyes out at a performance of 'Les Misérables' then doing the same thing upon watching or hearing or reading the daily news. One is cathartic; the other is just plain terrifying. Be well! May all the delectabilities (is there such a word?) of the winter solstice bestow themselves upon you and yours during the weeks to come.
Ha! Thanks John!
I am a fan and have highly recommended your work. I am anxious for the next book would love to be in the draw
You're in!
I definitely want to enter the contest for a copy of Honour The Dead. ( I know, I know…some people spell ‘honour’ differently. I was just feeling frisky) And…I need some further instructions on how to sign up for Snowdrop Kisses. I followed your directions and became lost.
Hi Amy. My fingers are totally crossed for the Howard Engel Award! You've gone for it; now may it go for you. On y va vers le sommet!
Thanks, John. We shall see!
I look forward to your weekly newsletter. Thank you.
The Honeybee Emeralds was a great read. I was riveted right to the end.
Thanks so much, Lois! That means so much!
Amy,
After years of silence and intending to reach out, I reappear to make a comment on your blog. Your piece about hope really spoke to me. My tendency to aim for low expectations became even stronger during the pandemic. I was really blown away - like you- about the joy I am denying myself. And also, low expectations becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. And I don’t even put myself out there for job promotions, success at work, or personal joys as I tell myself it won’t work out anyway so why bother. Thank you for opening my eyes. Very, very useful.
Oh, I'm so happy it resonated, Anna! I do think we do ourselves a huge disservice in our attempts to protect ourselves.
Love the new cover!