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It's deep and dark like the water was, the day I learned to swim
Things may be about to become all book, all the time for a little while around here. Forget the Sleepless Shores is receiving its first reviews.
Today, from A.C. Wise:
Forget the Sleepless Shores by Sonya Taaffe is hot off the presses this month. It's a gorgeous collection, echoing with themes of loss, longing, and separation . . . [T]he characters have a sense of lives extending far beyond the page, as though the reader is merely peeking in on a slice of their lives. They feel familiar and strange all at once, giving the stories a haunted, and unsettling feel, in the best of ways.
And from Francesca Forrest:
Regret, sorrow, obsession, and yearning are so present in Forget the Sleepless Shores that it's almost like they're main characters. The human (and otherworldly) protagonists caught in their clutches often find words failing them—so light must speak, or clouds, or objects, or landscapes, but most of all, bodies must speak, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, intermingled breath, hands tangling in hair or gripping wrists. It's sensuousness with an incandescent filament of the erotic threading through it, surrounded by the glowing unknowable.
I have updated the website accordingly.
This is fun.
Today, from A.C. Wise:
Forget the Sleepless Shores by Sonya Taaffe is hot off the presses this month. It's a gorgeous collection, echoing with themes of loss, longing, and separation . . . [T]he characters have a sense of lives extending far beyond the page, as though the reader is merely peeking in on a slice of their lives. They feel familiar and strange all at once, giving the stories a haunted, and unsettling feel, in the best of ways.
And from Francesca Forrest:
Regret, sorrow, obsession, and yearning are so present in Forget the Sleepless Shores that it's almost like they're main characters. The human (and otherworldly) protagonists caught in their clutches often find words failing them—so light must speak, or clouds, or objects, or landscapes, but most of all, bodies must speak, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, intermingled breath, hands tangling in hair or gripping wrists. It's sensuousness with an incandescent filament of the erotic threading through it, surrounded by the glowing unknowable.
I have updated the website accordingly.
This is fun.
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Thank you! Your preorder should be released into the wild tomorrow and find its way to you posthaste!
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Thank you! I'm really happy. I'm sure soon enough someone will be disappointed by the collection or just plain dislike it, but right now I am glowing.
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You're welcome! Thank Steve Berman for publishing it!
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Thank you!
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aNd ThAt RiGhT sOoN
*cackles*
*lovingly*
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aNd ThAt RiGhT sOoN
I am filled with trepidation and delight.