There's really no sense reading this blog. It'll just cut into time you could be reading. Go out now and get The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry. Go pee. Take your phone off the hook. Put a Do Not Disturb sign on your door. Settle into your favorite reading chair and prepare not to move until you've finished.
Still with me? Sheesh. You are a hard sell.
Speaking of good pitches, here's the most compelling book jacket copy I've ever read:
My name is Towner Whitney. No, that's not exacty true. My real first name is Sophya. Never believe me. I lie all the time...
Towner Whitney, the self-confessed unreliable narrator of The Lace Reader, hails from a family of Salem women who can read the future in patterns of lace, and who have guarded a history of secrets going back generations...
Seriously, that is some damn fine writing, and you haven't even cracked a page. And I knew immediately that this was a book I would love. A cool, unusual narrator, Salem, lace, pyschics, and secrets. Who could ask for more?
First of all, I wish I could come up with an idea that cool. And then I wish I could describe the idea so well. This is a confusing book, and yet somehow Brunonia Barry (whose name is thrilling, by the way) takes you by the hand and leads you through. I got to the amazing, unexpected ending-which blew me completely away-and understood how I had gotten there. I have sat through enough novel writing critique groups to know that it is no easy feat to get your reader from point A to point Z. But Barry takes the reader to point W, backtracks to B, skips ahead to K, back to A, then to W, and in multiple character's voices, and still manages to get the reader to Z in one piece. Miraculous!
Go read this one-right now!