Adventure or Voice? Anna’s Pick Has A Great Mix Of Both.
Happy Thursday, everyone. I’m excited to have a friend here with me today, Anna Simpson, one of the authors in One More Day. I introduced you to her on Monday when we talked about favorite food and colors. Well, she’s here, reflecting on a very important question to me: In all of your life, in a book or quite possibly a movie, who is your favorite main character and what makes them stand out in your mind?
Anna gave me someone new to think about, and after I read the first two sentences in the book she fell in love with, I see why.
Here’s Anna …
Thank you for having me as a guest. I’ll try to behave while I’m here. 🙂
I read a lot and have for years, so this question is not easy.
I guess the book is called Trojan Gold by Elizabeth Peters and the character is Vicky Bliss. It turned out to be a series and I eventually tracked down all the books in the Victoria Bliss Mystery Series:
- Borrower of the Night (1973)
- Street of the Five Moons (1978)
- Silhouette in Scarlet (1983)
- Trojan Gold (1987)
- Night Train to Memphis (1994)
- The Laughter of Dead Kings (2008)
After ten minutes of reading I wanted to be her. Vicky is well educated, living in a foreign country, tracking down artifacts for the National Museum in Munich and falling big time for John Smythe. She tries to beat him to the treasure before he steals it and in this case fails.
She is just so much fun to be around because Elizabeth Peter’s voice is upbeat and funny.
The biggest thing she did for me was make me want to write. When the book was over I missed the world Vicky lived in. My imagination went wild and I was inspired to recreate something of my own. It took a long time and the internet to help me get going. No one is born writing publishable prose. I needed the whole writing community to get me going.
Now when I’m in my own little world there is all kinds of mystery, romance and sometimes murder.
What about you? What’s in your imagination?
Thanks for doing this.
Drop by and give her a shout. She’s fun, she’s funny too, you just might love her as much as I do.
And just because I loved her story so, I’m including an excerpt from Time Piece below:
It’s ten P.M. on Saturday, and I’m holding Bradley Warren McCurry’s surprisingly dry, warm hand. Every step closer to my front door means saying good-bye, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.
Is he going to kiss me? Should I kiss him?
I’ve waited for this moment. A moment that thrives in my heart and dreams but never seemed possible. Yet, here we are. Together. His thumb strokes my hand as we come to my front gate. Brad slips between the gate and me and opens the latch. We walk through and stand face to face in the golden glow of the streetlamp. I can count each long lash around his green eyes and every crease in his lips. Small droplets cling to his light-ash hair, and his Adam’s apple rises and falls as he swallows. He’s like a magnet drawing me forward.
Stepping back, he stumbles and grabs me for balance.
We move together like dancers in slow motion, Brad pulling me to him and my chest touching his for a heartbeat. He steps aside, again taking me with him, and I spin within his arms and fall against his toned body.
I tingle everywhere we touch. This is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened. My dreams were never this good.
You can do this, Sadie.
I reach up, rest my hand on his shoulder, and stretch on my tippy-toes.
Lips to lips. Just do it.
His eyes are half closed with a radiant blush on his cheeks. His lips are moist with the tip of his tongue barely visible. He has never looked more gorgeous, or still, reminding me of a wax figure.
Closer still . . . . millimeters away, I realize, he’s not breathing.
Doing nothing but standing there.
Behind and to the left, something moves in the shadows. I step away, my heart in my throat, not understanding any of this, and rub my eyes.
“I can’t believe this,” I say, grabbing for Brad’s arm. My fist closes on empty air. I spin, taking in my yard and the street behind me. He’s gone.
Something snaps inside me.
Bend with it, Sadie. Bend with it, or break.
Turning toward the shadows, I wait. A girl steps into the golden light. Not just any girl. I find my own face peering back at me from the dimness.
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Thank you all for taking time to visit me. Tomorrow? I think I’ll play a song. 🙂